take cold. Holla, ho! Curtis!
Enter Curtis.
Curt. Who [is] that calls so coldly?
Gru. 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.
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Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio?
Gru. O, ay, [Curtis,] ay: and therefore fire, fire; cast on
no water.