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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 .