_Gru._ I gave him no order; I gave him the stuff.
_Tai._ But how did you desire it should be made?
_Gru._ Marry, sir, with needle and thread. 120
_Tai._ But did you not request to have it cut?
_Gru._ Face not me: thou hast braved many men; brave not me; I will neither be faced nor braved. I say unto 125 thee, I bid thy master cut out the gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces: ergo, thou liest.
_Tai._ Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
_Gru._ The note lies in's throat, if he say I said so. 130
_Tai._ [_reads_] 'Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown:'
_Gru._ Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I said a gown.
_Tai._ [_reads_] 'With a small compassed cape:'
_Tai._ [_reads_] 'The sleeves curiously cut.' 140
_Gru._ Error i' the bill, sir; error i' the bill. I commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble. 145
_Tai._ This is true that I say: an I had thee in place where, thou shouldst know it.
_Gru._ I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me.
_Hor._ God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have no odds. 150
_Pet._ Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me.
_Gru._ You are i' the right, sir: 'tis for my mistress.
_Pet._ Go, take it up unto thy master's use.
_Gru._ Villain, not for thy life: take up my mistress' gown for thy master's use! 155
_Pet._ Why, sir, what's your conceit in that?
_Gru._ O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for: Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use! O, fie, fie, fie!
_Pet._ Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid. [_Aside._ 160
Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more.
_Hor._ Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow: Take no unkindness of his hasty words: Away! I say; commend me to thy master. [_Exit Tailor._
_Pet._ Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's 165 Even in these honest mean habiliments: Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. 170 What is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye? O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse 175 For this poor furniture and mean array. If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me; And therefore frolic: we will hence forthwith, To feast and sport us at thy father's house. Go, call my men, and let us straight to him; 180 And bring our horses unto Long-lane end; There will we mount, and thither walk on foot. Let's see; I think 'tis now some seven o'clock, And well we may come there by dinner-time.