Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master and

mistress fallen out.

Curt. How?

Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; and thereby

hangs a tale.

Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio.

Gru. Lend thine ear.

Curt. Here.

Gru. There. [[Strikes him.]

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