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Curt. Away, you three-inch'd fool; I am no beast.
Gru. (18) Am I but three inches? why, my horn 'is a foot, and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand, me being now at hand, thou shalt foon feel to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office. Curt. , me,
Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and therefore fire: Do thy duty, and have thy duty; for my matter and mistress are almost frozen to death.
Curt. There's fire ready; and therefore, good Grumio, the news.
Gru. Why, Jack boy, ho: boy, and as much news as thou wilt.
Curt. Come, you are so full of conycatching.
Gru. Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught extream cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimm'd, ruhes Arew'd, cobwebs swept, the servingmen in their new fuftian, their white ftockings, and every" officer his wedding garment ond be the Jacks fair within, the Fills fair without, carpets laid, and every thing in order?
Curt. All ready: And therefore, I pray thee, what news?
Gru. First, know, my horse is tired, my master and: mistress fall'n out. Curt. How?
Gru. Out of their faddles into the dirt; and thereby hangs a tale.
Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio.
(Strikes bimi Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. Gru. And therefore 'tis call'd a sensible tale: And this
(18) Am I but three inches? wby, thy born is a fool, and so long ain I at ebe leaf.] This is said by Grumio to Curtis. But, though ail the "copies agree in the reading, what Horn had Curtis? but Grumio
poft before his master, and Blows bis Horn to give notice of his own coming home, and his master's approach,
cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech liftning. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my mafter riding behind my mistress.
Curt. Both on one horse?
Gru. Tell thou the tale. But hadit thou not crott me, thou should'st have heard how her horle fell, and she under her horse: Thou hould'ít have heard in how. miry a place, how she was bemoild, how he left her with the horse upon her, how he beat me because her horse ftumbled, how the waded through the dirc co plack him off me; how he fwore, how she pray'd that never pray'd before; how I cry'd, how the horses ran away; how hier bridle was burst, how I lost my cropper; with many things of worthy memory, which now thall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd to thy grave.
Curt. By this reckoning he is more frew than the..
Gru. Ay, and that thou and the proudett of you all shall find, when he comes home.” But what talk I of this ? call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugerlop, and the reft: Let their heads be fleekly combid, cheir blue coats brush'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit; let them curt'fy with their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of master's horle tail, 'till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?
Curt. They are.
Curt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my mafer to countenance my mistress.
Gru. Why, the hash a face of her own.
Gru. Thou, it seems, that call'f for company to countenance her. Curt. I call them forth to credit her.
Enter four or five Serving-men.
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m wird 11 1945 fl Gru. Welcome, you; how now, you, what, you; fellow, you; and thus much for greeting. Now, my spròce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?
Nar. All things are ready; how near is our master
Gru:'E'en at hand, alighted by this, and therefore be not cock's passion, filence! I hear my master.
Enter Petruchio and Kate.
All Serv. Here, here, Sir ; here, Sir.
Pet. Here, Sir, here, Sir, here, Sir, here, Sir
Gru, Here, Sir, as foolish as I was before.
Pet. You peasant fwain, you whorefon, malt-horse
Gru. Nathaniel's coat, Sir, was not fully made :
[Exeunt Servants. Where is the life that late I led ?
Enter Servants with supper.
It was the friar of orders grey,
Enter one with water.
Catb. Patience, I pray you, 'twas a fault unwilling.
Pet. A whoreson, beatle-headed, Aap-ear'd knave:
į Ser. Yes.
Pet. 'Tis burnt, and so is all the meat:
[Tbrows the meat, &c. about the flage.
Cath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet ;
Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dry'd away,
Enter Servants severally.
Enter Curtis, a Servant.