[193] _you_] _you_, _sir_ Hanmer. _you_ _stay_ Steevens conj. [194] _you,_] _you_, _sir_ Hanmer. _you_ _then_ Capell. _you stay_ Steevens conj. [198] _horse_] _horses_ Rowe (ed. 2). [199] _Ay_, _sir_] _Sir_ Hanmer. _oats_] _bots_ Grey conj. _eaten_] _eaten up_ Capell. [203] _not till_] F1 Q F2 F3. _nor till_ F4. [205] _whiles_] _while_ Pope. [206] _be gone_] _go_ Hanmer. _till I_] _till_ Capell. [214] _made_] _maide_ Q. [220] _yourselves_] _you selves_ F2. [224] _she is my house_] _and my house_ Hanmer. _and she is My house_ Mitforl conj. [225] _My_] _She is my_ Hanmer. _my barn_] _my barn_, _my stable_ Capell. _my barn_, _my grange_ S. Walker conj. _my barn_, _my garner_ Edd. conj. [228] _mine_] _my_ Rowe. [230] _we are_] _we're_ Pope. [233] [Exeunt P. K. and G.] Exeunt P. Ka. Ff Q. [Exit, hurrying Catherine out; Grumio, with his sword drawn, bringing up the rear. Capell. [237] Luc. _Mistress_ ... _sister?_] Continued to Tranio by Capell. [240] _wants_] _want_ Pope. [242] _wants_] _want_ Grant White. [243] _shall supply_] _supply_ Pope. _shall have_ Rann (Capell conj.). [246] _Come_] om. Pope. See note (XVI). ACT IV. SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S _country house_. _Enter_ GRUMIO. _Gru._ 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 not I 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._ Who is that calls so coldly? _Gru._ 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 my master and his wife coming, Grumio? 15 _Gru._ O, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water. _Curt._ Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported? _Gru._ She was, good Curtis, before this frost: but, thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath 20 tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis. _Curt._ Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast. _Gru._ 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, 25 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? _Curt._ I prithee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world? 30