Sch. And are you mad good woman?
Daugh. I would be sorry else,
Give me your hand.
Sch. Why?
Daugh. I can tell your fortune.
You are a fool: tell ten, I have poz'd him: Buz
Friend you must eat no white bread, if you do
Your teeth will bleed extremely, shall we dance ho?
I know you, y'are a Tinker: Sir, ha Tinker
Stop no more holes, but what you should.
Sch. Dii boni. A Tinker Damzell?
Daug. Or a Conjurer: raise me a devill now; and let him play.
Quipassa, o'th' bels and bones.
Sch. Go take her, and fluently persuade her to a peace:
Et opus exegi, quod nec Jovis ira, nec ignis.
Strike up, and lead her in.
2. Come Lass, lets trip it.
Daugh. I'll lead. [Wind Horns.
3. Doe, doe.