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The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Israel Gollancz William Shakespeare [225]

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so ray'd? Was

ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are

coming after to warm them. Now were not I a little pot and soon

hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof

of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to

thaw me. But I with blowing the fire shall warm myself; for,

considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold.

Holla, ho! Curtis!

Enter CURTIS

CURTIS. Who is that calls so coldly?

GRUMIO.

A piece of ice. If thou doubt it, thou mayst slide from my

shoulder to my heel with no greater a run but my head and my

neck. A fire, good Curtis.

CURTIS.

Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio?

GRUMIO.

O, ay, Curtis, ay; and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water.

CURTIS.

Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported?

GRUMIO.

She was, good Curtis, before this frost; but thou know'st

winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath tam'd my old

master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis.

CURTIS.

Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast.

GRUMIO.

Am I but three inches? Why, thy 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 soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office?

CURTIS.

I prithee, good Grumio, tell me how goes the world?

GRUMIO.

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.

CURTIS.

There's fire ready; and therefore, good Grumio, the news?

GRUMIO.

Why, 'Jack boy! ho, boy!' and as much news as thou wilt.

CURTIS.

Come, you are so full of cony-catching!

GRUMIO.

Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught extreme cold.

Where's the cook? Is supper ready, the house trimm'd, rushes

strew'd, cobwebs swept, the serving-men in their new fustian,

their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on?

Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, the carpets

laid, and everything in order?

CURTIS.

All ready; and therefore, I pray thee, news.

GRUMIO.

First know my horse is tired; my master and mistress fall'n out.

CURTIS.

How?

GRUMIO.

Out of their saddles into the dirt; and thereby hangs a tale.

CURTIS.

Let's ha't, good Grumio.

GRUMIO.

Lend thine ear.

CURTIS.

Here.

GRUMIO.

There. [Striking him]

CURTIS.

This 'tis to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.

GRUMIO.

And therefore 'tis call'd a sensible tale; and this cuff

was but to knock at your car and beseech list'ning. Now I

begin:

Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my

mistress-

CURTIS.

Both of one horse?

GRUMIO.

What's that to thee?

CURTIS.

Why, a horse.

GRUMIO.

Tell thou the tale. But hadst thou not cross'd me, thou

shouldst have heard how her horse fell and she under her horse;

thou shouldst have heard in how miry a place, how she was

bemoil'd, how he left her with the horse upon her, how he beat me

because her horse stumbled, how she waded through the dirt to

pluck him off me, how he swore, how she pray'd that never pray'd

before, how I cried, how the horses ran away, how her bridle was

burst, how I lost my crupper- with many things of worthy memory,

which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd to thy grave.

CURTIS.

By this reck'ning he is more shrew than she.

GRUMIO.

Ay, and that thou and the proudest of you all shall find

when he comes home. But what talk I of this? Call forth

Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the

rest; let their heads be sleekly comb'd, their blue coats brush'd

and their garters of an indifferent knit; let them curtsy with

their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of my mastcr's

horse-tail till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?

CURTIS.

They are.

GRUMIO.

Call them forth.

CURTIS.

Do you hear, ho? You must meet my master, to countenance my mistress.

GRUMIO.

Why, she hath a face of her own.

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