"Fie on all mad masters and foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? So cold? I’m frozen stiff and still have to make a fire!"
oh what cold
Slayt: 2
!!!
op
Slayt: 3
Grumio what the h*ck are you doign?
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Fie, fie on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? Was ever man so rayed? Was ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. 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
Slayt: 4
Come defend, I want to have a bit of power for once
Thou villain! Did I not bid thee meet me in the park, and bring along these rascal knaves with thee?
op
Master, I pray you, help me to some fire!
What makes you think ill do that
Slayt: 5
''You logger-headed and unpolished grooms! What, no attendance? No regard? No duty?''
The house is not fully ready...
mad as the wind in winter...
Slayt: 6
Tis burnt, and so is all the meat. What dogs are these!
The meat was well prepared! (pls let me eat)
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