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[ Re-enter SERVANTS with supper .]
Why , when , I say ? --Nay , good sweet Kate , be merry . -- Off with my boots , you rogues ! you villains ! when ? It was the friar of orders grey , As he forth walked on his way : Out , you rogue ! you pluck my foot awry :
[ Strikes him .]
Take that , and mend the plucking off the other . Be merry , Kate . Some water , here ; what , ho ! Where ' s my spaniel Troilus ? Sirrah , get you hence And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither :
[ Exit SERVANT .]
One , Kate , that you must kiss and be acquainted with . Where are my slippers ? Shall I have some water ? Come , Kate , and wash , and welcome heartily . --
[ SERVANT lets the ewer fall . PETRUCHIO strikes him .] You whoreson villain ! will you let it fall ? KATHERINA . Patience , I pray you ; ' twas a fault unwilling .
PETRUCHIO . A whoreson , beetle-headed , flap-ear ' d knave ! Come , Kate , sit down ; I know you have a stomach . Will you give thanks , sweet Kate , or else shall I ? -- What ' s this ? Mutton ?
FIRST SERVANT . Ay . PETRUCHIO . Who brought it ? PETER . I .
PETRUCHIO . ' Tis burnt ; and so is all the meat . What dogs are these ! Where is the rascal cook ? How durst you , villains , bring it from the dresser ,