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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,