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Enter KATHERINE and
GRUMIO
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KATHERINE and GRUMIO
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GRUMIO
No, no, forsooth, I dare not for my life.
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GRUMIO
No, no, I can’t, really. He’d kill me.
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KATHERINE
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 starved 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.
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KATHERINE
The more I suffer, the more spiteful he becomes. Did he marry me
just to starve me? Beggars at my father’s door are given
money as soon as they ask for it. And if they don’t find
charity there, they find it someplace else. But I, who have never
known how to beg and never had to beg, am starved for food, dizzy
with lack of sleep, kept awake with curses and fed with brawling.
And what irks me more than all these things put together is that he
does it under the pretense of love—as though for me to
eat or sleep would bring on fatal illness or sudden death. Please,
go and get me something to eat. I don’t care what so long
as it’s nutritious.
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GRUMIO
What say you to a neat’s foot?
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GRUMIO
What do you say to a calf’s foot?
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KATHERINE
'Tis passing good. I prithee let me have it.
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KATHERINE
Oh, lovely. Can I have some?
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GRUMIO
I fear it is too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled?
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GRUMIO
I’m afraid it will raise your blood pressure. What do you
say to an ox stomach, nicely broiled?
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KATHERINE
I like it well. Good Grumio, fetch it me.
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KATHERINE
I’d love it. Nice Grumio, bring me some.
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GRUMIO
I cannot tell. I fear ’tis choleric. What say you to a
piece of beef and mustard?
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GRUMIO
I don’t know. I’m afraid it will make you too
hot, too. What do you say to a piece of beef with mustard?
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KATHERINE
A dish that I do love to feed upon.
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KATHERINE
A favorite dish of mine.
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