SCENE II.—A Hall in the same Palace.
Enter Bosola.
Bos. So, so, there's no question but her techiness and most vulturous eating of the apricocks are apparent signs of breeding.
Enter an Old Lady.
Now?
Old Lady. I am in haste, sir.
Bos. There was a young waiting-woman had a monstrous desire to see the glass-house—
Old Lady. Nay, pray let me go.
Bos. And it was only to know what strange instrument it was should swell up a glass to the fashion of a woman's belly.
Old Lady. I will hear no more of the glass-house. You are still abusing women?