Maid. Farewel Sir.
Mary. What hast thou done? thou hast broke his neck.
Maid. Not hurt him,
He pitcht upon his legs like a Cat.
Tho. O woman:
O miserable woman, I am spoil'd,
My leg, my leg, my leg, oh both my legs!
Mary. I told thee' what thou hadst done, mischief go with thee.
Tho. O I am lam'd for ever: O my leg,
Broken in twenty places: O take heed,
Take heed of women, Fidler: oh a Surgeon,
A Surgeon, or I dye: oh my good people,
No charitable people, all despightfull,
Oh what a misery am I in! oh my leg.
Lan. Be patient Sir, be patient: let me bind it.
Enter Samuel, and Hylas, with his head broken.
Tho. Oh do not touch it rogue.
Hyl. My head, my head,
Oh my head's kill'd.