Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1604] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
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. Is my master and his wife coming Grumio? Oh I Curtis I, and therefore fire, fire, cast on no water. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported. She was good Curtis before this frost: but thou knowst winter tames man, woman, and beast: for it hath tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and myself fellow Curtis. Away you three inch fool, I am no beast. 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. I prithee good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world? A cold world Curtis in every office but thine, & therefore fire: do thy duty, and have thy duty, for my Master and mistress are almost frozen to death. There's fire ready, and therefore good Grumio the news. Why Iacke boy, ho boy, and as much news as wilt thou. Come, you are so full of coney-catching. Why therefore fire, for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the Cook, is supper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept, the servingmen in their new fustian, the white stockings, and every officer his wedding garment on? Be the jacks fair within, the Gils fair without, the Carpets laid, and every thing in order? All ready: and therefore I pray thee news. First know my horse is tired, my master & mistress fall'n out. How? Out of their saddles into the dirt, and thereby hangs a tale. Let's have't good Grumio. Lend thine ear. here. There. This 'tis to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. And therefore 'tis called a sensible tale: and this Cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listening: now I begin, Inprimis we came down a fowl hill, my Master riding behind my Mistress. Both of one horse? What's that to thee? Why a horse. Tell thou the tale: but hadst thou not crossed 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 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 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. By this reckoning he is more shrew than she.
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A piece of Ice: if thou doubt it, thou maiſt ſlide from my ſhoulder to my heele, with no greater a run but my head and my necke. A fire good Curtis. Is my maſter and his wife comming Grumio? Oh I Curtis I, and therefore fire, fire, caſt on no water. Is ſhe ſo hot a ſhrew as ſhe's reported. 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 miſtris, and my ſelfe fellow Curtis. Away you three inch foole, I am no beaſt. Am I but three inches? Why thy horne is a foot and ſo long am I at the leaſt. But wilt thou make a fire, or ſhall I complaine on thee to our miſtris, whoſe hand (ſhe being now at hand) thou ſhalt ſoone feele, to thy cold comfort, for being ſlow in thy hot office. I prethee good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world? 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. There's fire readie, and therefore good Grumio the newes. Why Iacke boy, ho boy, and as much newes as wilt thou. Come, you are ſo full of conicatching. 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 fai without, the Carpets laide, and euerie thing in order? All readie: and therefore I pray thee newes. Firſt know my horſe is tired, my maſter & miſtris falne out. How? Out of their ſaddles into the durt, and thereby hangs a tale. Let's ha't good Grumio. Lend thine eare. Heere. There. This 'tis to feele a tale, not to heare a tale. 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. Both of one horſe? What's that to thee? Why a horſe. 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. By this reckning he is more ſhrew than ſhe.