Gru. [Ay, sir,] they be ready: the [oats] have [eaten] the
horses.
Kath. Nay, then,
Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;
No, nor to-morrow, [not till] I please myself.
The door is open, sir; there lies your way;
You may be jogging [whiles] your boots are green;
For me, I'll not [be gone till I] please myself:
'Tis like you'll prove a jolly surly groom,
That take it on you at the first so roundly.