Vio. Melvia.
Nan. A feat name i'faith; and can you milk a cow? and make a merry-bush? that's nothing.
Vio. I shall learn quickly.
Nan. But be sure to keep the men out, they will mar all that you make else, I know that by my self; for I have been So touz'd among 'em in my days, come you shall e'en home with us, and be our fellow, our house is so honest, and we serve a very good woman, and a Gentlewoman, and we live as merrily, and dance a good daies after even-song: our Wake shall be on Sunday; do you know what a Wake is? we have mighty cheer then, and such a coil, 'twould bless ye; you must not be so bashful, you'll spoil all.
Madg. Let's home for Gods sake, my Mistriss thinks by this time we are lost, come, we'll have a care of you, I warrant you; but you must tell my Mistress where you were born, and every thing that belongs to you, and the strangest things you can devise, for she loves those extreamly, 'tis no matter whether they be true or no, she's not so scrupulous; you must be our Sister, and love us best, and tell us every thing, and when cold weather comes, we'll lye together, will you do this?
Vio. Yes.
Nan. Then home again [o' gods] name, can you go apace.
Vio. I warrant you. [Exeunt.
Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima.
Enter Pedro and Uberto, severally.