• Enter KATHERINE and GRUMIO

    GRUMIO

    No, no, forsooth, I dare not for my life.

    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
    5Upon 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,
    10With 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.
    15I 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?

    KATHERINE

    'Tis passing good. I prithee let me have it.

    GRUMIO

    I fear it is too choleric a meat.
    20How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled?

    KATHERINE

    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?

    KATHERINE

    A dish that I do love to feed upon.
  • KATHERINE and GRUMIO enter.

    GRUMIO

    No, no, I can’t, really. He’d kill me.

    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.

    GRUMIO

    What do you say to a calf’s foot?

    KATHERINE

    Oh, lovely. Can I have some?

    GRUMIO

    I’m afraid it will raise your blood pressure. What do you say to an ox stomach, nicely broiled?

    raise your blood pressure

    “Choleric” = angry

    KATHERINE

    I’d love it. Nice Grumio, bring me some.

    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?

    KATHERINE

    A favorite dish of mine.