Gru. Nay then I wil not, you shal haue the Mustard Or else you get no beefe of Grumio Kate. Then both or one, or any thing thou wilt Gru. Why then the Mustard without the beefe Kate. Go get thee gone, thou false deluding slaue, Beats him. That feed'st me with the verie name of meate. Sorrow on thee, and all the packe of you That triumph thus vpon my misery: Go get thee gone, I say. Enter Petruchio, and Hortensio with meate Petr. How fares my Kate, what sweeting all amort? Hor. Mistris, what cheere? Kate. Faith as cold as can be Pet. Plucke vp thy spirits, looke cheerfully vpon me. Heere Loue, thou seest how diligent I am, To dresse thy meate my selfe, and bring it thee. I am sure sweet Kate, this kindnesse merites thankes. What, not a word? Nay then, thou lou'st it not: And all my paines is sorted to no proofe. Heere take away this dish Kate. I pray you let it stand Pet. The poorest seruice is repaide with thankes, And so shall mine before you touch the meate Kate. I thanke you sir Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie you are too blame: Come Mistris Kate, Ile beare you companie Petr. Eate it vp all Hortensio, if thou louest mee: Much good do it vnto thy gentle heart: Kate eate apace; and now my honie Loue, Will we returne vnto thy Fathers house, And reuell it as brauely as the best, With silken coats and caps, and golden Rings, With Ruffes and Cuffes, and Fardingales, and things: With Scarfes, and Fannes, & double change of brau'ry, With Amber Bracelets, Beades, and all this knau'ry. What hast thou din'd? The Tailor staies thy leasure, To decke thy bodie with his ruffling treasure. Enter Tailor. Come Tailor, let vs see these ornaments. Enter Haberdasher. Lay forth the gowne. What newes with you sir? Fel. Heere is the cap your Worship did bespeake Pet. Why this was moulded on a porrenger, A Veluet dish: Fie, fie, 'tis lewd and filthy, Why 'tis a cockle or a walnut-shell, A knacke, a toy, a tricke, a babies cap: Away with it, come let me haue a bigger Kate. Ile haue no bigger, this doth fit the time, And Gentlewomen weare such caps as these Pet. When you are gentle, you shall haue one too, And not till then Hor. That will not be in hast Kate. Why sir I trust I may haue leaue to speake, And speake I will. I am no childe, no babe, Your betters haue indur'd me say my minde, And if you cannot, best you stop your eares. My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, Or els my heart concealing it wil breake, And rather then it shall, I will be free, Euen to the vttermost as I please in words Pet. Why thou saist true, it is paltrie cap, A custard coffen, a bauble, a silken pie, I loue thee well in that thou lik'st it not Kate. Loue me, or loue me not, I like the cap, And it I will haue, or I will haue none