Be merry, Kate. Some water, here; what, ho! Where's my spaniel Troilus? Sirrah, get you hence, And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither: 135 One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with. Where are my slippers? Shall I have some water? _Enter one with water._ Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily. You whoreson villain! will you let it fall? [_Strikes him._ _Kath._ Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling. 140 _Pet._ A whoreson beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave! Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I? What's this? mutton? _First Serv._ Ay. _Pet._ Who brought it? _Peter._ I. _Pet._ 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat. 145 What dogs are these! Where is the rascal cook? How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser, And serve it thus to me that love it not? There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all: [_Throws the meat, &c. about the stage._ You heedless joltheads and unmanner'd slaves! 150 What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight. _Kath._ I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet: The meat was well, if you were so contented. _Pet._ I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away; And I expressly am forbid to touch it, 155 For it engenders choler, planteth anger; And better 'twere that both of us did fast, Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric, Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh. Be patient; to-morrow't shall be mended, 160 And, for this night, we'll fast for company: Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. [_Exeunt._ _Re-enter_ Servants _severally_. _Nath._ Peter, didst ever see the like? _Peter._ He kills her in her own humour. _Re-enter_ CURTIS. _Gru._ Where is he? 165 _Curt._ In her chamber, making a sermon of continency to her; And rails, and swears, and rates, that she, poor soul, Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak, And sits as one new-risen from a dream. 170 Away, away! for he is coming hither. [_Exeunt._ _Re-enter_ PETRUCHIO.