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[He throws down the table and meat and all, and beats them.]

You heedless joltheads and unmanner’d slaves!

What, do you grumble? I’ll be with you straight.

[Exeunt Servants.]

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;

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 overroasted flesh.

Be patient, to-morrow’t shall be mended,

And for this night we’ll fast for company.

Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber.

[Exeunt.]

Enter Servants severally.

Nath. Peter, didst ever see the like?

Peter. He kills her in her own humor.

Enter Curtis, a servant.

Gru. Where is he?

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.