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KAT HERINA

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, [75]
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. [80]

PET RUCHIO

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.

KAT HERINA

Love me or love me not, I like the cap,
And it I will have, or I will have none. [85]

PET RUCHIO

Thy gown? Why, ay. Come, tailor, let us see’t.
[Exit Haberdasher.]

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 apple tart?
Here’s snip and nip and cut and slish and slash, [90]
Like to a censer in a barber’s shop.
Why, what a devil’s name, tailor, call’st thou this?

HORT ENSIO

[Aside.]
I see she’s like to have neither cap nor gown.

T AILOR

You bid me make it orderly and well,
According to the fashion and the time. [95]

PET RUCHIO

Marry, and did. But if you be remember’d,
I did not bid you mar it to the time.