1 They sit conferring by the parlour fire.
2 Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught extreme cold.
3 There's fire ready; and therefore, good Grumio, the news.
4 A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and therefore fire.
5 But I with blowing the fire shall warm myself; for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold.
6 Now, were not I a little pot and soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me.
7 Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And where two raging fires meet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all; So I to her, and so she yields to me; For I am rough and woo not like a babe.
8 Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And where two raging fires meet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all; So I to her, and so she yields to me; For I am rough and woo not like a babe.