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Gru. I am for thee straight. Take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me.

Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio, then he shall have no odds.

Pet. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me.

Gru. You are i’ th’ right, sir, ’tis for my mistress.

Pet. Go take it up unto thy master’s use.

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

Pet. Why, sir, what’s your conceit in that?

Gru.

O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for:

Take up my mistress’ gown to his master’s use!

O fie, fie, fie!

Pet. [Aside.]

Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid.–

Go take it hence, be gone, and say no more.

Hor.

Tailor, I’ll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow,

Take no unkindness of his hasty words

Away, I say, commend me to thy master.

Exit Tailor.

Pet.

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,