Here she strikes her pitcher against her sister’s, and breaks them both, and then exit.
Celanta: I think this be the curstest quean in the world. You see what she is, a little fair, but as proud as the devil, and the veriest vixen that lives upon God’s earth. Well, I’ll let her alone, and go home and get another pitcher, and, for all this, get me to the well for water. Exit.
Enter two Furies out of the Conjurer’s cell and lay Huanebango by the Well of Life and then exeunt.
Re-enter Zantippa with a pitcher to the well.
Zantippa: Once again for a husband; and, in faith, Celanta, I have got the start of you; belike husbands grow by the well-side. Now my father says I must rule my tongue. Why, alas, what am I, then? A woman without a tongue is as a soldier without his weapon. But I’ll have my water, and be gone.
Here she offers to dip her pitcher in, and a Head speaks in the well.
Head: Gently dip, but not too deep,
For fear you make the golden beard to weep.
Fair maiden, white and red,
Stroke me smooth, and comb my head,