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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 ?