Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give
me thy mete-yard, and spare [not me].
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Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have no odds.
[Pet]. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me.
Gru. You are i' the right, sir: 'tis for my mistress.
Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use.
Gru. Villain, not for thy life: take up my [mistress']
gown for thy master's use!
Pet. Why, sir, what's your conceit in that?