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KATHERINA. Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak; And speak I will. I am no child, no babe. Your betters have endur ' d me say my mind, And if you cannot, best you stop your ears. My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, Or else my heart, concealing it, will break; And rather than it shall, I will be free Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.
PETRUCHIO. Why, thou say ' st true; it is a paltry cap, A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie; I love thee well in that thou lik ' st it not.
KATHERINA. Love me or love me not, I like the cap; And it I will have, or I will have none.
[ Exit HABERDASHER.]
PETRUCHIO. Thy gown? Why, ay: come, tailor, let us see ' t. O mercy, God! what masquing stuff is here? What ' s this? A sleeve? ' Tis like a demi-cannon. What, up and down, carv ' d like an appletart? Here ' s snip and nip and cut and slish and slash, Like to a censer in a barber ' s shop. Why, what i ' devil ' s name, tailor, call ' st thou this?
HORTENSIO. [ Aside ] I see she ' s like to have neither cap nor gown.
TAILOR. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion and the time.
PETRUCHIO. Marry, and did; but if you be remember ' d, I did not bid you mar it to the time. Go, hop me over every kennel home, For you shall hop without my custom, sir. I ' ll none of it: hence! make your best of it.
KATHERINA. I never saw a better fashion ' d gown, More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable; Belike you mean to make a puppet of me.
PETRUCHIO. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee. TAILOR. She says your worship means to make a puppet of her.