Now were not I a little pot and 5 soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my 6 tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my 7 belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me.
GRUMIO . . .
Now were not I a little pot and 5
soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my 6
tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my 7
belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me. . . .
Footnote
6. hot: Proverbial: “A small pot is soon hot.”
