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As he forth walked on his way”—

Out, you rogue, you pluck my foot awry.

Take that, and mend the plucking [off] the other.

[Strikes him.]

Be merry, Kate. Some water here; what ho!

Enter one with water.

Where’s my spaniel Troilus? Sirrah, get you hence,

And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither;

One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with.

Where are my slippers? Shall I have some 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.

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?

1. Serv.

Ay.

Pet.

Who brought it?

Peter.

I.

Pet.

’Tis burnt, and so is all the meat.

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.