Madge. She nods, she's asleep.
Nan. What wert up so early?
Madge. I think yon man's mad to kneel there, nay [come] away, [uds body], Nan, help, she looks black i'th face, She's in a sound.
Nan. And you be a man, come hither, and help a woman.
Rich. Come thither? you are a fool.
Nan. And you a knave and a beast that you are.
Rich. Come hither, 'twas my being now so near,
That made [her] swound, and you are wicked people,
Or you wou'd do so too; my venom eyes
Strike innocency dead at such a distance,
Here I'll kneel, for this is out of distance.
Nan. Th'art a prating ass, there's no goodness in thee,
I warrant, how dost thou?
Vio. Why? well.
Madge. Art thou able to go?
Vio. No, pray go you and milk, if I be able to come
I'll follow you, if not, Til sit here,
Till you come back.
Nan. I am loth to leave thee here [with yon] wild fool.
Vio. I know him well, I warrant thee he will not hurt me.
Madge. Come then Nan. [Exeunt Maids.