Chapter 27

_Kath._ Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, [_Beats him._ 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._ How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort? _Hor._ Mistress, what cheer? _Kath._ Faith, as cold as can be. _Pet._ Pluck up…