ANIMALS. 
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Dion. . . . —Go,—fresh horses ;— 
A Winter’s Tale, Act iii. Scene i. 
Curtis. ... I pray thee, news ? 
Grumio. First, know, my horse is tired ; my 
master and mistress fallen out. 
Curtis. How ? 
Grumio. Out of their saddles into the dirt. And 
thereby hangs a tale. 
Curtis. Let’s ha’t, good Grumio. 
Grumio. Lend thine ear. 
Now I begin : Imprimis , we came down 
a foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress :— 
Curtis. Both of one horse ? 
Gi'umio. What’s that to thee ? 
Curtis. Why, a horse. 
Grumio . Tell thou the tale :—but hadst thou not 
crossed me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse 
fell, and she under her horse ; thou shouldst have 
heard, in how miry a place : how she was bemoiled ; 
how he left her with the horse upon her ; how he 
beat me because her horse stumbled ; how she waded 
through the dirt to pluck him off me ; how he swore ; 
how she prayed, that never prayed before $ how I 
cried ; how the horses ran away ; how her bridle was 
burst; how I lost my crupper ; with many things of 
worthy memory, which now shall die in oblivion, and 
thou return unexperienced to thy grave. 
Taming of the Shrew, Act iv. Scene i. 
Doss. To horse, to horse ! urge doubts to them 
that fear. 
