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Grumio (4.1.66)
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. (4.1.66) -
Grumio (4.1.67)
O ay, Curtis, ay, and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water. (4.1.67) -
Grumio (4.1.68)
Out of their saddles into the dirt--and thereby hangs a tale. (4.1.68) -
Grumio (4.1.69)
Thou, it seems, that calls for company to countenance her. (4.1.69) -
Grumio (4.1.70)
Here, sir, as foolish as I was before. (4.1.70)