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GRUMIO. Nay, then I will not: you shall have the mustard, Or else you get no beef of Grumio.
KATHERINA. Then both, or one, or anything thou wilt. GRUMIO. Why then the mustard without the beef. KATHERINA. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, [ Beats him.]
That feed ' st me with the very name of meat. Sorrow on thee and all the pack of you That triumph thus upon my misery! Go, get thee gone, I say.
[ Enter PETRUCHIO with a dish of meat; and HORTENSIO.] PETRUCHIO. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort? HORTENSIO. Mistress, what cheer? KATHERINA. Faith, as cold as can be.
PETRUCHIO. Pluck up thy spirits; look cheerfully upon me. Here, love; thou seest how diligent I am, To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee:
[ Sets the dish on a table.]
I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. What! not a word? Nay, then thou lov ' st it not, And all my pains is sorted to no proof. Here, take away this dish.
KATHERINA. I pray you, let it stand.
PETRUCHIO. The poorest service is repaid with thanks; And so shall mine, before you touch the meat.