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Grumio said what???
Say this fast, you only get one breath once you start....
Why, Petrichio is coming in a new hat and an old jerkin, a pair of boots that have been candlecasses, one buckeled and another laced, an old rusty sword ta'en out the town armoury, his horse hipped with an old mothy saddled with stirrups of no kindred, besides being possesed with the glanders and like to mose in the thine; troubled with the lampass, infected with the fashions, full of windgalls, sped with spavins, rayed with the yellows, past cure of the fives, stock spoiled with the stagers, begnawn with the bots, swayed in the back and shoulder shotten, one girth six times pieced and a womans crupper, which hath two letters for her name fairly set down in studs, and here and there pieced with pack thread.
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