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Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest; let their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats brush ' d and their garters of an indifferent knit; let them curtsy with their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of my master ' s horse-tail till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?
CURTIS. They are. GRUMIO. Call them forth.
CURTIS. Do you hear? ho! You must meet my master to countenance my mistress.
GRUMIO. Why, she hath a face of her own. CURTIS. Who knows not that? GRUMIO. Thou, it seems, that calls for company to countenance her. CURTIS. I call them forth to credit her. GRUMIO. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. [ Enter several SERVANTS.] NATHANIEL. Welcome home, Grumio! PHILIP. How now, Grumio! JOSEPH. What, Grumio! NICHOLAS. Fellow Grumio! NATHANIEL. How now, old lad!
GRUMIO. Welcome, you; how now, you; what, you; fellow, you; and thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all things