Leath. Best sit up in your chair, Ursula. Help, gentlemen.
Knock. Be of good cheer, Urse; thou hast hindered me the currying of a couple of stallions here, that abused the good race-bawd of Smithfield; ’twas time for them to go.
Night. I’ faith, when the pan came,—they had made you run else. This had been a fine time for purchase, if you had ventured. [Aside to Edgworth.
Edg. Not a whit, these fellows were too fine to carry money.
Knock. Nightingale, get some help to carry her leg out of the air: take off her shoes. Body o’ me! she has the mallanders, the scratches, the crown scab, and the quitter bone in the t’other leg.
Urs. Oh, the pox! why do you put me in mind of my leg thus, to make it prick and shoot? Would you have me in the hospital afore my time?
Knock. Patience, Urse, take a good heart, ’tis but a blister as big as a windgall. I’ll take it away with the white of an egg, a little honey and hog’s grease, have thy pasterns well roll’d, and thou shalt pace again by to-morrow. I’ll tend thy booth, and look to thy affairs the while: thou shalt sit in thy chair, and give directions, and shine Ursa major.
[Exeunt Knockem and Mooncalf, with Ursula in her chair.
Over. These are the fruits of bottle-ale and tobacco! the foam of the one, and the fumes of the other! Stay, young man, and despise not the wisdom of these few hairs that are grown grey in care of thee.
Edg. Nightingale, stay a little. Indeed I’ll hear some of this!