Cur. I prethee good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world? Gru. A cold world Curtis in euery office but thine, & therefore fire: do thy duty, and haue thy dutie, for my Master and mistris are almost frozen to death Cur. There's fire readie, and therefore good Grumio the newes Gru. Why Iacke boy, ho boy, and as much newes as wilt thou Cur. Come, you are so full of conicatching Gru. Why therefore fire, for I haue caught extreme cold. Where's the Cooke, is supper ready, the house trim'd, rushes strew'd, cobwebs swept, the seruingmen in their new fustian, the white stockings, and euery officer his wedding garment on? Be the Iackes faire within, the Gils faire without, the Carpets laide, and euerie thing in order? Cur. All readie: and therefore I pray thee newes Gru. First know my horse is tired, my master & mistris falne out Cur. How? Gru. Out of their saddles into the durt, and thereby hangs a tale Cur. Let's ha't good Grumio Gru. Lend thine eare Cur. Heere Gru. There Cur. This 'tis to feele a tale, not to heare a tale Gru. And therefore 'tis cal'd a sensible tale: and this Cuffe was but to knocke at your eare, and beseech listning: now I begin, Inprimis wee came downe a fowle hill, my Master riding behinde my Mistris Cur. Both of one horse? Gru. What's that to thee? Cur. Why a horse Gru. Tell thou the tale: but hadst thou not crost me, thou shouldst haue heard how her horse fel, and she vnder her horse: thou shouldst haue heard in how miery a place, how she was bemoil'd, how hee left her with the horse vpon her, how he beat me because her horse stumbled, how she waded through the durt to plucke him off me: how he swore, how she prai'd, that neuer prai'd before: how I cried, how the horses ranne away, how her bridle was burst: how I lost my crupper, with manie things of worthy memorie, which now shall die in obliuion, and thou returne vnexperienc'd to thy graue Cur. By this reckning he is more shrew than she Gru. I, and that thou and the proudest of you all shall finde when he comes home. But what talke I of this? Call forth Nathaniel, Ioseph, Nicholas, Phillip, Walter, Sugersop and the rest: let their heads bee slickely comb'd, their blew coats brush'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit, let them curtsie with their left legges, and not presume to touch a haire of my Masters horse-taile, till they kisse their hands. Are they all readie? Cur. They are Gru. Call them forth Cur. Do you heare ho? you must meete my maister to countenance my mistris Gru. Why she hath a face of her owne Cur. Who knowes not that? Gru. Thou it seemes, that cals for company to countenance her Cur. I call them forth to credit her. Enter foure or fiue seruingmen. Gru. Why she comes to borrow nothing of them Nat. Welcome home Grumio Phil. How now Grumio Ios. What Grumio Nick. Fellow Grumio Nat. How now old lad