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Curt. Away, you three-inch'd fool; I am no beaft.
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, she being now at hand, thou shalt foon feel to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office,
Curt. I prythee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world?
Gru. A cold world,, Curtis, in every office but thine; and therefore fire: Do thy duty, and have thy duty; for my master 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 fo full of conycatching.
Gru. Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught extream cald. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimm'd, rulhes strew'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 Jills 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 saddles into the dirt; and thereby hangs a tale.
Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio.
(18) Am I but three inches ?. wby, thy born is a foot, and so long ain I at tbe leaft.) This is said by Grumio to Curtis. But, though ail the "copies agree in the reading, what Horn had Curtis? but Grumio rides poft before his master, and blows bis Horn to give potice of his own coming home, and his master's approach,
cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech liftaing. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my mafter riding behind my mistress.
Curt. Both on one horse?
9.139 Gru. Tell thou the tale. But hadit thou not croft me, thou should't have heard how her horle fell, and she under her horse: Thou Thould'ít have heard in how miry a place, how she was bemoild, how he left her with the horle upon her, how he beat me because her horse ftumbled, how the waded through the dirt to plack him off me; how he swore, how she pray'd that never pray'd before; how I cry'd, how the horses ran away'; how her bridle was burst, how I lost my cropper; with many things of worthy memory, which now fall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd to thy grave.
Curt. By this reckoning he is more hhrew than the. :
Gru. Ay, and that thou and the proudett of you all fall 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 comb'd, their blue coats brush'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit; let them curt'sy with their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of my master's horse tail, 'till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready ?
Curt. They are.
Curt. Do you hear, ho? you muf meet my mafter to countenance my mistress.
Gru. Why, she hash a face of her own.
Gru. Thou, it seems, that call'ft for company to countenance her. Curt. I call them forth to credit her.
Enter four or five Serving-nen.
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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,"
[Sings. As he forth walked on his way., Out, out, you rogue! you plock my foot awry. Take that, and mind the plucking off the other. (Strikes him. Be merry, Kate: Some water here; what hoa!
Enter one with water. Where's my spaniel Troilus? fitrah, get you hence, And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither: One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with. Where are my flippers ? Ahall I have some water? Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily :You whoreson villain, will you let it fall?
Cath. Patience, I pray you, 'twas a fault unwilling.
Pet. A whoreson, beatle-headed, Aap-ear'd knave :
Pet. 'Tis burnt, and so is all the meat:
(Tbrows the meat, &c. about the flage. You headless jolt-heads, and unmanner'd flaves ! What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.
Cath. 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 dry'd away, And I exprefly am forbid to touch it: For it engenders choler, planteth anger; And better 's were, that both of us did fast, Since, of ourselves, ourselves are cholerick, Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh: Be patient, for to-morrow't shall be mended, And for this night we'll fast for company. Come, I will bring thec to thy bridal chamber, [Exe.
Enter Servants severally.
Enter Curtis, a Servant.
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