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; and 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.