Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gru. The Taming of the Shrew.
Cur. Cur.
Cur. Is my master and his wife comming Grumio?
Gru. Gru.
Gru. Oh I Curtis I, and therefore fire, fire, cast on no
Gru. water.
Cur. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported.
Gru. She was good Curtis before this frost: but thou
Gru. know'st winter tames man, woman, and beast: for it
Gru. hath tam'd my old master, and my new mistris, and my
Gru. selfe fellow Curtis.
Gru. Away you three inch foole, I am no beast.
Gru. Am I but three inches? Why thy horne is a foot
Gru. and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire,
Gru. or shall I complaine on thee to our mistris, whose hand
Gru. (she being now at hand) thou shalt soone feele, to thy