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And serve it thus to me that love it not?
[ Throws the meat, etc., at them.]
There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all. You heedless joltheads and unmanner ' d slaves! What! do you grumble? I ' ll be with you straight.
KATHERINA. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet; The meat was well, if you were so contented.
PETRUCHIO. I tell thee, Kate, ' twas burnt and dried away, And I expressly am forbid to touch it; For it engenders choler, planteth anger; And better ' twere that both of us did fast, Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric, Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh. Be patient; to-morrow ' t shall be mended. And for this night we ' ll fast for company: Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber.
[ Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHERINA, and CURTIS.] NATHANIEL. Peter, didst ever see the like? PETER. He kills her in her own humour. [ Re-enter CURTIS.] GRUMIO. Where is he?
CURTIS. In her chamber, making a sermon of continency to her; And rails, and swears, and rates, that she, poor soul, Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak, And sits as one new risen from a dream. Away, away! for he is coming hither.
[ Exeunt.] [ Re-enter PETRUCHIO.]