Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported?
Gru. She was, good Curtis, before [this] frost: but, thou
knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath
tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and [myself,]
fellow Curtis.
Curt. Away, you [three-inch] fool! I am no beast.
Gru. Am I but three inches? why, [thy] horn is a foot;
and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire,
or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand,
she being now at hand, thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold