comfort, for being slow in thy hot office?
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Curt. I prithee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world?
Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine;
and therefore fire: do thy duty, and have thy duty; for
my master and mistress are almost frozen to death.
Curt. [There's] fire ready; and therefore, good Grumio,
the news.
Gru. Why, 'Jack, boy! ho! boy!' and as much news
as [thou wilt].