Nan. Lord how she'll talk sometimes! 'tis the maddest cricket—
Vio. Methinks she talks well, and shews a great deal of good huswivery, pray let me deck the chambers, shall I?
Nan. Yes, you shall, but do not scorn to be advis'd, Sister, for there belongs more to that, than you are aware on; why [w]ould] you venture so fondly upon the strowings? there's mighty matters in them I'll assure you, and in the spreading of a bough-pot, you may miss, if you were ten years elder, if you take not a special care before you.
Vio. I will learn willingly, if that be all.
Nan. Sirrah where is't they say my young Master hath been?
Madg. Faith I know not, beyond the Sea, where they are born without noses.
Nan. [[Jesse] blesse] us! without noses? how do they do for handkerchiefs?
Madg. So Richard says, and sirrah, their feet stand in their foreheads.
Nan. That's fine by my troth, these men have pestilent running heads then; do they speak as we do?
Mag. No, they never speak.