Taming of the Shrew | Page 77

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PETRUCHIO. Proceed.
TAILOR. ' With a small compassed cape.' GRUMIO. I confess the cape. TAILOR. ' With a trunk sleeve.' GRUMIO. I confess two sleeves. TAILOR. ' The sleeves curiously cut.' PETRUCHIO. Ay, there ' s the villainy.
GRUMIO. Error i ' the bill, sir; error i ' the 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.
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 mete-yard, and spare not me.
HORTENSIO. God-a-mercy, Grumio! Then he shall have no odds. PETRUCHIO. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. GRUMIO. You are i ' the right, sir; ' tis for my mistress. 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!
PETRUCHIO. Why, sir, what ' s your conceit in that?