Page 1480 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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Tell thou the tale. But hadst thou not crossed me, thou shouldst have
heard how her horse fell, and [65] she under her horse; thou shouldst have
heard in how miry a place, how she was bemoiled, 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 prayed
that [70] never prayed 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 unexperienced to
thy grave. [75]
CURT IS
By this reckoning 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 slickly [80] combed,
their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit. Let them
curtsy 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 IS
They are. [85]
GRUMIO
Call them forth.
CURT IS
Do you hear, ho? You must meet my master to countenance my mistress.
GRUMIO
Why, she hath a face of her own.
CURT IS
Who knows not that? [90]
GRUMIO
Thou, it seems, that calls for company to countenance her.
CURT IS
