knit, let them curtsie with their left legges, and not
presume to touch a haire of my Masters horse-taile, till
they kisse their hands. Are they all readie?
Cur. They are

Gru. Call them forth

Cur. Do you heare ho? you must meete my maister
to countenance my mistris

Gru. Why she hath a face of her owne

Cur. Who knowes not that?
Gru. Thou it seemes, that cals for company to countenance
her

Cur. I call them forth to credit her.
Enter foure or fiue seruingmen.

Gru. Why she comes to borrow nothing of them

Nat. Welcome home Grumio

Phil. How now Grumio

Ios. What Grumio

Nick. Fellow Grumio

Nat. How now old lad