But come, my servants, at a word to go.
(Enter Woman.)
What is it? what have you to say to me?
Who are you?
Wom. Once you knew me well enough.
Di. Oh, you! I had been told that you were dead.
Wom. So your creatures said;
But I shall live, I think, till you die too.
Di. What do you want? Money, subsistence, bread?
Wom. I wanted bread, money, all things, ’tis true,