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[ Exeunt.]
SCENE III. A room in PETRUCHIO ' S house. [ Enter KATHERINA and GRUMIO.] GRUMIO. No, no, forsooth; I dare not for my life.
KATHERINA. The more my wrong, the more his spite appears. What, did he marry me to famish me? Beggars that come unto my father ' s door Upon entreaty have a present alms; If not, elsewhere they meet with charity; But I, who never knew how to entreat, Nor never needed that I should entreat, Am starv ' d for meat, giddy for lack of sleep; With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed. And that which spites me more than all these wants, He does it under name of perfect love; As who should say, if I should sleep or eat ' Twere deadly sickness, or else present death. I prithee go and get me some repast; I care not what, so it be wholesome food.
GRUMIO. What say you to a neat ' s foot? KATHERINA. ' Tis passing good; I prithee let me have it.
GRUMIO. I fear it is too choleric a meat. How say you to a fat tripe finely broil ' d?
KATHERINA. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
GRUMIO. I cannot tell; I fear ' tis choleric. What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
KATHERINA. A dish that I do love to feed upon. GRUMIO. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. KATHERINA. Why then the beef, and let the mustard rest.