Winw. Not of the company I am in, sir, nor the place, I assure you.
Knock. You do not except at the company, do you! are you in vapours, sir?
Moon. Nay, good master Daniel Knockem, respect my mistress’s bower, as you call it; for the honour of our booth, none o’ your vapours here.
Enter URSULA with a fire-brand.
Urs. Why, you thin, lean polecat you, an they have a mind to be in their vapours must you hinder ’em? What did you know, vermin, if they would have lost a cloke, or such trifle? must you be drawing the air of pacification here, while I am tormented within i’ the fire, you weasel? [Aside to Mooncalf.
Moon. Good mistress, ’twas in behalf of your booth’s credit that I spoke.
Urs. Why! would my booth have broke, if they had fallen out in’t, sir? or would their heat have fired it? In, you rogue, and wipe the pigs, and mend the fire, that they fall not, or I’ll both baste and roast you ’till your eyes drop out like them.—Leave the bottle behind you, and be curst awhile!
[Exit Mooncalf.
Quar. Body o’ the Fair! what’s this? mother of the bawds?
Knock. No, she’s mother of the pigs, sir, mother of the pigs.