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
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