Ma. I did it on Purpose.
Hi. What do you say, you Witch?
Ma. I had a Mind to try among so many Poets if any could know a Lettuce from a Beet. For I know you don't tell me truly who 'twas that discover'd 'em to be Beets.
Guests. Crato.
Ma. I thought it was no Poet who did it.
Hi. If ever you serve me so again, I'll call you Blitea instead of Margarita.
Gu. Ha, ha, ha.
Ma. Your calling me will neither make me fatter nor leaner. He calls me by twenty Names in a Day's Time: When he has a Mind to wheedle me, then I'm call'd Galatea, Euterpe, Calliope, Callirhoe, Melissa, Venus, Minerva, and what not? When he's out of Humour at any Thing, then presently I'm Tisiphone, Megaera, Alecto, Medusa, Baucis, and whatsoever comes into his Head in his mad Mood.
Hi. Get you gone with your Beets, Blitea.
Ma. I wonder what you call'd me for.