3. SCENE III. A room in PETRUCHIO'S house.
[Enter KATHERINA and GRUMIO.]
No, no, forsooth; I dare not for my life.
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.
What say you to a neat's foot?
'Tis passing good; I prithee let me have it.
I fear it is too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broil'd?
I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
I cannot tell; I fear 'tis choleric.
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
A dish that I do love to feed upon.
Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.
Why then the beef, and let the mustard rest.
Nay, then I will not: you shall have the mustard,
Or else you get no beef of Grumio.
Then both, or one, or anything thou wilt.
Why then the mustard without the beef.