Fo. O no: they say her knight killed ’hem all, and therefore he was knighted.
Ga. Would to God her ladyship would come away!
Enter Gertrude, Mistress Touchstone, Sindefy, Hamlet, Potkin.
Fo. She comes, she comes, she comes!
Ga. and Fo. Pray heaven bless your ladyship!
Ge. Thank you, good people. My coach, for the love of heaven, my coach! In good truth I shall swoon else.
Ha. Coach, coach, my lady’s coach!
[Exit.
Ge. As I am a lady, I think I am with child already, I long for a coach so. May one be with child afore they are married, mother? 33
Mist. T. Ay, by’r lady, madam; a little thing does that; I have seen a little prick no bigger than a pin’s head swell bigger and bigger, till it has come to an ancome;[57] and e’en so ’tis in these cases.