shall have no odds. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. You are i' the right, sir: 'tis for my mistress. Go, take it up unto thy master's use. Villain, not for thy life: take up my mistress' gown for thy master's use! Why, sir, what's your conceit in that? O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for: Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use! O, fie, fie, fie! Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid. Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown tomorrow: Take no unkindness of his hasty words: Away! I say; commend me to thy master. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's 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. What is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his fathers 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 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; 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. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two; And 'twill be supper-time ere you come there. It shall be seven ere I go to horse: Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do, You are still crossing it. Sirs, let't alone: I will not go to-day; and ere I do, It shall be what o'clock I say it is. Why, so this gallant will command the sun. Sir, this is the house: please it you that I call? Ay, what else? and but I be deceived Signior Baptista may remember me, Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, Where we were lodgers at the Pegasus. 'Tis well; and hold your own, in any case, With such austerity as 'longeth to a father. I warrant you. But, sir, here comes your boy; 'Twere good he were school'd. Fear you