Page 1493 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

KAT HERINA Beats him.

Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave,

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. [35]

Enter Petruchio and Hortensio, with meat.

PET RUCHIO

How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort?

HORT ENSIO

Mistress, what cheer?

KAT HERINA

Faith, as cold as can be.

PET RUCHIO

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. [40]
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.

KAT HERINA

I pray you, let it stand.

PET RUCHIO

The poorest service is repaid with thanks, [45]
And so shall mine before you touch the meat.

KAT HERINA

I thank you, sir.

HORT ENSIO

Signor Petruchio, fie! You are to blame.