Speeches (Lines) for Grumio in "The Taming of the Shrew"

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1 I / 2
  • Knock, sir! Whom should I knock?
    Is there any man has rebus'd your worship?
  • Knock, sir! Whom should I knock?
    Is there any man has rebus'd your worship?
  • Petruchio. Verona, for a while I take my leave,
    To see my friends in Padua; but of all
    My best beloved and approved friend,
    Hortensio; and I trow this is his house.
    Here, sirrah Grumio, knock, I say.

    Grumio. Knock, sir! Whom should I knock?
    Is there any man has rebus'd your worship?

2 I / 2
  • Knock you here, sir? Why, sir, what am I, sir, that I
    should knock you here,...
  • Knock you here, sir? Why, sir, what am I, sir, that I
    should knock you here, sir?
  • Petruchio. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly.

    Grumio. Knock you here, sir? Why, sir, what am I, sir, that I
    should knock you here, sir?

3 I / 2
  • My master is grown quarrelsome. I should knock you first,
    And then I know af...
  • My master is grown quarrelsome. I should knock you first,
    And then I know after who comes by the worst.
  • Petruchio. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate,
    And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate.

    Grumio. My master is grown quarrelsome. I should knock you first,
    And then I know after who comes by the worst.

4 I / 2
  • Help, masters, help! My master is mad.
  • Help, masters, help! My master is mad.
  • Petruchio. Will it not be?
    Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock I'll ring it;
    I'll try how you can sol-fa, and sing it.

    Grumio. Help, masters, help! My master is mad.

5 I / 2
  • Nay, 'tis no matter, sir, what he 'leges in Latin. If this
    be not a lawful c...
  • Nay, 'tis no matter, sir, what he 'leges in Latin. If this
    be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service- look you, sir:
    he bid me knock him and rap him soundly, sir. Well, was it fit
    for a servant to use his master so; being, perhaps, for aught I
    see, two and thirty, a pip out?
    Whom would to God I had well knock'd at first,
    Then had not Grumio come by the worst.
  • Hortensio. Alla nostra casa ben venuto,
    Molto honorato signor mio Petruchio.
    Rise, Grumio, rise; we will compound this quarrel.

    Grumio. Nay, 'tis no matter, sir, what he 'leges in Latin. If this
    be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service- look you, sir:
    he bid me knock him and rap him soundly, sir. Well, was it fit
    for a servant to use his master so; being, perhaps, for aught I
    see, two and thirty, a pip out?
    Whom would to God I had well knock'd at first,
    Then had not Grumio come by the worst.

6 I / 2
  • Knock at the gate? O heavens! Spake you not these words
    plain: 'Sirrah knock...
  • Knock at the gate? O heavens! Spake you not these words
    plain: 'Sirrah knock me here, rap me here, knock me well, and
    knock me soundly'? And come you now with 'knocking at the gate'?
  • Petruchio. A senseless villain! Good Hortensio,
    I bade the rascal knock upon your gate,
    And could not get him for my heart to do it.

    Grumio. Knock at the gate? O heavens! Spake you not these words
    plain: 'Sirrah knock me here, rap me here, knock me well, and
    knock me soundly'? And come you now with 'knocking at the gate'?

7 I / 2
  • Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his mind is.
    Why, give him gold...
  • Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his mind is.
    Why, give him gold enough and marry him to a puppet or an
    aglet-baby, or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though
    she has as many diseases as two and fifty horses. Why, nothing
    comes amiss, so money comes withal.
  • Petruchio. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we
    Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know
    One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife,
    As wealth is burden of my wooing dance,
    Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,
    As old as Sibyl, and as curst and shrewd
    As Socrates' Xanthippe or a worse-
    She moves me not, or not removes, at least,
    Affection's edge in me, were she as rough
    As are the swelling Adriatic seas.
    I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;
    If wealthily, then happily in Padua.

    Grumio. Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his mind is.
    Why, give him gold enough and marry him to a puppet or an
    aglet-baby, or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though
    she has as many diseases as two and fifty horses. Why, nothing
    comes amiss, so money comes withal.

8 I / 2
  • I pray you, sir, let him go while the humour lasts. O' my
    word, and she knew...
  • I pray you, sir, let him go while the humour lasts. O' my
    word, and she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding
    would do little good upon him. She may perhaps call him half a
    score knaves or so. Why, that's nothing; and he begin once, he'll
    rail in his rope-tricks. I'll tell you what, sir: an she stand
    him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and so
    disfigure her with it that she shall have no more eyes to see
    withal than a cat. You know him not, sir.
  • Petruchio. I know her father, though I know not her;
    And he knew my deceased father well.
    I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her;
    And therefore let me be thus bold with you
    To give you over at this first encounter,
    Unless you will accompany me thither.

    Grumio. I pray you, sir, let him go while the humour lasts. O' my
    word, and she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding
    would do little good upon him. She may perhaps call him half a
    score knaves or so. Why, that's nothing; and he begin once, he'll
    rail in his rope-tricks. I'll tell you what, sir: an she stand
    him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and so
    disfigure her with it that she shall have no more eyes to see
    withal than a cat. You know him not, sir.

9 I / 2
  • Katherine the curst!
    A title for a maid of all titles the worst.
  • Katherine the curst!
    A title for a maid of all titles the worst.
  • Hortensio. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee,
    For in Baptista's keep my treasure is.
    He hath the jewel of my life in hold,
    His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca;
    And her withholds from me, and other more,
    Suitors to her and rivals in my love;
    Supposing it a thing impossible-
    For those defects I have before rehears'd-
    That ever Katherina will be woo'd.
    Therefore this order hath Baptista ta'en,
    That none shall have access unto Bianca
    Till Katherine the curst have got a husband.

    Grumio. Katherine the curst!
    A title for a maid of all titles the worst.

10 I / 2
  • Here's no knavery! See, to beguile the old folks, how the
    young folks lay th...
  • Here's no knavery! See, to beguile the old folks, how the
    young folks lay their heads together! Master, master, look about
    you. Who goes there, ha?
  • Hortensio. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace,
    And offer me disguis'd in sober robes
    To old Baptista as a schoolmaster
    Well seen in music, to instruct Bianca;
    That so I may by this device at least
    Have leave and leisure to make love to her,
    And unsuspected court her by herself.
    Enter GREMIO with LUCENTIO disguised as CAMBIO

    Grumio. Here's no knavery! See, to beguile the old folks, how the
    young folks lay their heads together! Master, master, look about
    you. Who goes there, ha?

11 I / 2
  • A proper stripling, and an amorous!
  • A proper stripling, and an amorous!
  • Hortensio. Peace, Grumio! It is the rival of my love. Petruchio,
    stand by awhile.

    Grumio. A proper stripling, and an amorous!

12 I / 2
  • O this woodcock, what an ass it is!
  • O this woodcock, what an ass it is!
  • Gremio. O this learning, what a thing it is!

    Grumio. O this woodcock, what an ass it is!

13 I / 2
  • And that his bags shall prove.
  • And that his bags shall prove.
  • Gremio. Beloved of me- and that my deeds shall prove.

    Grumio. And that his bags shall prove.

14 I / 2
  • Will he woo her? Ay, or I'll hang her.
  • Will he woo her? Ay, or I'll hang her.
  • Petruchio. Will I live?

    Grumio. Will he woo her? Ay, or I'll hang her.

15 I / 2
  • For he fears none.
  • For he fears none.
  • Petruchio. Why came I hither but to that intent?
    Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?
    Have I not in my time heard lions roar?
    Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds,
    Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat?
    Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
    And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
    Have I not in a pitched battle heard
    Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang?
    And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,
    That gives not half so great a blow to hear
    As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire?
    Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs.

    Grumio. For he fears none.

16 I / 2
  • I would I were as sure of a good dinner.
    Enter TRANIO, bravely apparelled as...
  • I would I were as sure of a good dinner.
    Enter TRANIO, bravely apparelled as LUCENTIO, and BIONDELLO
  • Gremio. And so we will- provided that he win her.

    Grumio. I would I were as sure of a good dinner.
    Enter TRANIO, bravely apparelled as LUCENTIO, and BIONDELLO

17 I / 2
  • [with BIONDELLO:] O excellent motion! Fellows, let's be gone.
  • [with BIONDELLO:] O excellent motion! Fellows, let's be gone.
  • Tranio. Sir, I shall not be slack; in sign whereof,
    Please ye we may contrive this afternoon,
    And quaff carouses to our mistress' health;
    And do as adversaries do in law-
    Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

    Grumio. [with BIONDELLO:] O excellent motion! Fellows, let's be gone.

18 III / 2
  • Ay, sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses.
  • Ay, sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses.
  • Petruchio. Grumio, my horse.

    Grumio. Ay, sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses.

19 IV / 1
  • Fie, fie on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and all
    foul ways! Was ever...
  • Fie, fie on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and all
    foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? Was ever man so ray'd? Was
    ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are
    coming after to warm them. Now were not I a little pot and soon
    hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof
    of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to
    thaw me. But I with blowing the fire shall warm myself; for,
    considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold.
    Holla, ho! Curtis!
  • Baptista Minola. She shall, Lucentio. Come, gentlemen, let's go.

    Grumio. Fie, fie on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and all
    foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? Was ever man so ray'd? Was
    ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are
    coming after to warm them. Now were not I a little pot and soon
    hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof
    of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to
    thaw me. But I with blowing the fire shall warm myself; for,
    considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold.
    Holla, ho! Curtis!

20 IV / 1
  • A piece of ice. If thou doubt it, thou mayst slide from my
    shoulder to my he...
  • A piece of ice. If thou doubt it, thou mayst slide from my
    shoulder to my heel with no greater a run but my head and my
    neck. A fire, good Curtis.
  • Curtis. Who is that calls so coldly?

    Grumio. A piece of ice. If thou doubt it, thou mayst slide from my
    shoulder to my heel with no greater a run but my head and my
    neck. A fire, good Curtis.

21 IV / 1
  • O, ay, Curtis, ay; and therefore fire, fire; cast on no
    water.
  • O, ay, Curtis, ay; and therefore fire, fire; cast on no
    water.
  • Curtis. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio?

    Grumio. O, ay, Curtis, ay; and therefore fire, fire; cast on no
    water.

22 IV / 1
  • She was, good Curtis, before this frost; but thou know'st
    winter tames man,...
  • She was, good Curtis, before this frost; but thou know'st
    winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath tam'd my old
    master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis.
  • Curtis. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported?

    Grumio. She was, good Curtis, before this frost; but thou know'st
    winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath tam'd my old
    master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis.

23 IV / 1
  • Am I but three inches? Why, thy horn is a foot, and so long
    am I at the leas...
  • Am I but three inches? Why, thy horn is a foot, and so long
    am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complain
    on thee to our mistress, whose hand- she being now at hand- thou
    shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot
    office?
  • Curtis. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast.

    Grumio. Am I but three inches? Why, thy horn is a foot, and so long
    am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complain
    on thee to our mistress, whose hand- she being now at hand- thou
    shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot
    office?

24 IV / 1
  • A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and
    therefore fire. Do thy...
  • A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and
    therefore fire. Do thy duty, and have thy duty, for my master and
    mistress are almost frozen to death.
  • Curtis. I prithee, good Grumio, tell me how goes the world?

    Grumio. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and
    therefore fire. Do thy duty, and have thy duty, for my master and
    mistress are almost frozen to death.

25 IV / 1
  • Why, 'Jack boy! ho, boy!' and as much news as thou wilt.
  • Why, 'Jack boy! ho, boy!' and as much news as thou wilt.
  • Curtis. There's fire ready; and therefore, good Grumio, the news?

    Grumio. Why, 'Jack boy! ho, boy!' and as much news as thou wilt.

26 IV / 1
  • Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught extreme cold.
    Where's the cook? Is s...
  • Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught extreme cold.
    Where's the cook? Is supper ready, the house trimm'd, rushes
    strew'd, cobwebs swept, the serving-men in their new fustian,
    their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on?
    Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, the carpets
    laid, and everything in order?
  • Curtis. Come, you are so full of cony-catching!

    Grumio. Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught extreme cold.
    Where's the cook? Is supper ready, the house trimm'd, rushes
    strew'd, cobwebs swept, the serving-men in their new fustian,
    their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on?
    Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, the carpets
    laid, and everything in order?

27 IV / 1
  • First know my horse is tired; my master and mistress fall'n
    out.
  • First know my horse is tired; my master and mistress fall'n
    out.
  • Curtis. All ready; and therefore, I pray thee, news.

    Grumio. First know my horse is tired; my master and mistress fall'n
    out.

28 IV / 1
  • Out of their saddles into the dirt; and thereby hangs a
    tale.
  • Out of their saddles into the dirt; and thereby hangs a
    tale.
  • Curtis. How?

    Grumio. Out of their saddles into the dirt; and thereby hangs a
    tale.

29 IV / 1
  • Lend thine ear.
  • Lend thine ear.
  • Curtis. Let's ha't, good Grumio.

    Grumio. Lend thine ear.

30 IV / 1
  • There. [Striking him]
  • There. [Striking him]
  • Curtis. Here.

    Grumio. There. [Striking him]

31 IV / 1
  • And therefore 'tis call'd a sensible tale; and this cuff
    was but to knock at...
  • And therefore 'tis call'd a sensible tale; and this cuff
    was but to knock at your car and beseech list'ning. Now I begin:
    Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my
    mistress-
  • Curtis. This 'tis to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.

    Grumio. And therefore 'tis call'd a sensible tale; and this cuff
    was but to knock at your car and beseech list'ning. Now I begin:
    Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my
    mistress-

32 IV / 1
  • What's that to thee?
  • What's that to thee?
  • Curtis. Both of one horse?

    Grumio. What's that to thee?

33 IV / 1
  • Tell thou the tale. But hadst thou not cross'd me, thou
    shouldst have heard...
  • Tell thou the tale. But hadst thou not cross'd me, thou
    shouldst have heard how her horse fell and she under her horse;
    thou shouldst have heard in how miry a place, how she was
    bemoil'd, how he left her with the horse upon her, how he beat me
    because her horse stumbled, how she waded through the dirt to
    pluck him off me, how he swore, how she pray'd that never pray'd
    before, how I cried, how the horses ran away, how her bridle was
    burst, how I lost my crupper- with many things of worthy memory,
    which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd to
    thy grave.
  • Curtis. Why, a horse.

    Grumio. Tell thou the tale. But hadst thou not cross'd me, thou
    shouldst have heard how her horse fell and she under her horse;
    thou shouldst have heard in how miry a place, how she was
    bemoil'd, how he left her with the horse upon her, how he beat me
    because her horse stumbled, how she waded through the dirt to
    pluck him off me, how he swore, how she pray'd that never pray'd
    before, how I cried, how the horses ran away, how her bridle was
    burst, how I lost my crupper- with many things of worthy memory,
    which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd to
    thy grave.

34 IV / 1
  • Ay, and that thou and the proudest of you all shall find
    when he comes home....
  • Ay, and that thou and the proudest of you all shall find
    when he comes home. But what talk I of this? Call forth
    Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the
    rest; let their heads be sleekly comb'd, their blue coats brush'd
    and their garters of an indifferent knit; let them curtsy with
    their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of my mastcr's
    horse-tail till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?
  • Curtis. By this reck'ning he is more shrew than she.

    Grumio. Ay, and that thou and the proudest of you all shall find
    when he comes home. But what talk I of this? Call forth
    Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the
    rest; let their heads be sleekly comb'd, their blue coats brush'd
    and their garters of an indifferent knit; let them curtsy with
    their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of my mastcr's
    horse-tail till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?

35 IV / 1
  • Call them forth.
  • Call them forth.
  • Curtis. They are.

    Grumio. Call them forth.

36 IV / 1
  • Why, she hath a face of her own.
  • Why, she hath a face of her own.
  • Curtis. Do you hear, ho? You must meet my master, to countenance my
    mistress.

    Grumio. Why, she hath a face of her own.

37 IV / 1
  • Thou, it seems, that calls for company to countenance her.
  • Thou, it seems, that calls for company to countenance her.
  • Curtis. Who knows not that?

    Grumio. Thou, it seems, that calls for company to countenance her.

38 IV / 1
  • Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.
  • Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.
  • Curtis. I call them forth to credit her.

    Grumio. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.

39 IV / 1
  • Welcome, you!- how now, you!- what, you!- fellow, you!- and
    thus much for gr...
  • Welcome, you!- how now, you!- what, you!- fellow, you!- and
    thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce companions, is all ready,
    and all things neat?
  • Nathaniel. How now, old lad!

    Grumio. Welcome, you!- how now, you!- what, you!- fellow, you!- and
    thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce companions, is all ready,
    and all things neat?

40 IV / 1
  • E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not-
    Cock's passion, silenc...
  • E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not-
    Cock's passion, silence! I hear my master.
  • Nathaniel. All things is ready. How near is our master?

    Grumio. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not-
    Cock's passion, silence! I hear my master.

41 IV / 1
  • Here, sir; as foolish as I was before.
  • Here, sir; as foolish as I was before.
  • Petruchio. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir!
    You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms!
    What, no attendance? no regard? no duty?
    Where is the foolish knave I sent before?

    Grumio. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before.

42 IV / 1
  • Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made,
    And Gabriel's pumps were all unpi...
  • Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made,
    And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i' th' heel;
    There was no link to colour Peter's hat,
    And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing;
    There were none fine but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory;
    The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly;
    Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.
  • Petruchio. YOU peasant swain! you whoreson malt-horse drudge!
    Did I not bid thee meet me in the park
    And bring along these rascal knaves with thee?

    Grumio. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made,
    And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i' th' heel;
    There was no link to colour Peter's hat,
    And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing;
    There were none fine but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory;
    The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly;
    Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.

43 IV / 1
  • Where is he?
  • Where is he?
  • Peter. He kills her in her own humour.

    Grumio. Where is he?

44 IV / 3
  • No, no, forsooth; I dare not for my life.
  • No, no, forsooth; I dare not for my life.
  • Tranio. Then go with me to make the matter good.
    This, by the way, I let you understand:
    My father is here look'd for every day
    To pass assurance of a dow'r in marriage
    'Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here.
    In all these circumstances I'll instruct you.
    Go with me to clothe you as becomes you. Exeunt

    Grumio. No, no, forsooth; I dare not for my life.

45 IV / 3
  • What say you to a neat's foot?
  • What say you to a neat's foot?
  • Katherina. The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
    What, did he marry me to famish me?
    Beggars that come unto my father's door
    Upon entreaty have a present alms;
    If not, elsewhere they meet with charity;
    But I, who never knew how to entreat,
    Nor never needed that I should entreat,
    Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;
    With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed;
    And that which spites me more than all these wants-
    He does it under name of perfect love;
    As who should say, if I should sleep or eat,
    'Twere deadly sickness or else present death.
    I prithee go and get me some repast;
    I care not what, so it be wholesome food.

    Grumio. What say you to a neat's foot?

46 IV / 3
  • I fear it is too choleric a meat.
    How say you to a fat tripe finely broil'd?...
  • I fear it is too choleric a meat.
    How say you to a fat tripe finely broil'd?
  • Katherina. 'Tis passing good; I prithee let me have it.

    Grumio. I fear it is too choleric a meat.
    How say you to a fat tripe finely broil'd?

47 IV / 3
  • I cannot tell; I fear 'tis choleric.
    What say you to a piece of beef and mus...
  • I cannot tell; I fear 'tis choleric.
    What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
  • Katherina. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.

    Grumio. I cannot tell; I fear 'tis choleric.
    What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?

48 IV / 3
  • Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.
  • Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.
  • Katherina. A dish that I do love to feed upon.

    Grumio. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.

49 IV / 3
  • Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard,
    Or else you get no beef of...
  • Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard,
    Or else you get no beef of Grumio.
  • Katherina. Why then the beef, and let the mustard rest.

    Grumio. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard,
    Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

50 IV / 3
  • Why then the mustard without the beef.
  • Why then the mustard without the beef.
  • Katherina. Then both, or one, or anything thou wilt.

    Grumio. Why then the mustard without the beef.

51 IV / 3
  • I gave him no order; I gave him the stuff.
  • I gave him no order; I gave him the stuff.
  • Tailor. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made
    Just as my master had direction.
    Grumio gave order how it should be done.

    Grumio. I gave him no order; I gave him the stuff.

52 IV / 3
  • Marry, sir, with needle and thread.
  • Marry, sir, with needle and thread.
  • Tailor. But how did you desire it should be made?

    Grumio. Marry, sir, with needle and thread.

53 IV / 3
  • Thou hast fac'd many things.
  • Thou hast fac'd many things.
  • Tailor. But did you not request to have it cut?

    Grumio. Thou hast fac'd many things.

54 IV / 3
  • Face not me. Thou hast brav'd many men; brave not me. I
    will neither be fac'...
  • Face not me. Thou hast brav'd many men; brave not me. I
    will neither be fac'd nor brav'd. I say unto thee, I bid thy
    master cut out the gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces.
    Ergo, thou liest.
  • Tailor. I have.

    Grumio. Face not me. Thou hast brav'd many men; brave not me. I
    will neither be fac'd nor brav'd. I say unto thee, I bid thy
    master cut out the gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces.
    Ergo, thou liest.

55 IV / 3
  • The note lies in's throat, if he say I said so.
  • The note lies in's throat, if he say I said so.
  • Petruchio. Read it.

    Grumio. The note lies in's throat, if he say I said so.

56 IV / 3
  • Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew me in the
    skirts of it and bea...
  • 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 bread; I
    said a gown.
  • Tailor. [Reads] 'Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown'-

    Grumio. 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 bread; I
    said a gown.

57 IV / 3
  • I confess the cape.
  • I confess the cape.
  • Tailor. [Reads] 'With a small compass'd cape'-

    Grumio. I confess the cape.

58 IV / 3
  • I confess two sleeves.
  • I confess two sleeves.
  • Tailor. [Reads] 'With a trunk sleeve'-

    Grumio. I confess two sleeves.

59 IV / 3
  • Error i' th' bill, sir; error i' th' bill! I commanded the
    sleeves should be...
  • Error i' th' bill, sir; error i' th' bill! I commanded the
    sleeves should be cut out, and sew'd up again; and that I'll
    prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.
  • Petruchio. Ay, there's the villainy.

    Grumio. Error i' th' bill, sir; error i' th' bill! I commanded the
    sleeves should be cut out, and sew'd up again; and that I'll
    prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.

60 IV / 3
  • I am for thee straight; take thou the bill, give me thy
    meteyard, and spare...
  • I am for thee straight; take thou the bill, give me thy
    meteyard, and spare not me.
  • Tailor. This is true that I say; an I had thee in place where, thou
    shouldst know it.

    Grumio. I am for thee straight; take thou the bill, give me thy
    meteyard, and spare not me.

61 IV / 3
  • You are i' th' right, sir; 'tis for my mistress.
  • You are i' th' right, sir; 'tis for my mistress.
  • Petruchio. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me.

    Grumio. You are i' th' right, sir; 'tis for my mistress.

62 IV / 3
  • Villain, not for thy life! Take up my mistress' gown for
    thy master's use!
  • Villain, not for thy life! Take up my mistress' gown for
    thy master's use!
  • Petruchio. Go, take it up unto thy master's use.

    Grumio. Villain, not for thy life! Take up my mistress' gown for
    thy master's use!

63 IV / 3
  • O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for.
    Take up my mistress' gown...
  • O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for.
    Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use!
    O fie, fie, fie!
  • Petruchio. Why, sir, what's your conceit in that?

    Grumio. O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for.
    Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use!
    O fie, fie, fie!

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