Curt. They are.
Gru. Call them forth.
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Curt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my master to
countenance my mistress!
Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own.
Curt. Who knows not that?
Gru. Thou, it seems, that [calls] for company to countenance
her.
Curt. I call them forth to credit her.