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ACT IV IT
Scene I IT
Enter Grumio.
GRUMIO
Fie, fie on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and all foul ways! Was ever
man so beaten? Was ever man so rayed? Was ever man so weary? I am
sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. Now,
were I not a little pot and soon hot, my very lips [5] 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! [10]
Enter Curtis.
CURT IS
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.
CURT IS
Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio? [15]
GRUMIO
O ay, Curtis, ay - and therefore fire, fire, cast on no water.
CURT IS
Is she so hot a shrew as she’s reported?
GRUMIO
She was, good Curtis, before this frost. But thou know’st winter tames
