Spider. Really, the manners of these two-legged persons!
Nurse. I'll soon chase it away. Shoo! Shoo! I'll stamp upon him if I get a chance. That will teach him to be a spider.
[Spider gets down off the tuffet and runs rapidly round the tree. Nurse pokes at it with her umbrella. Prolong chase ad libitum. Then Spider hides behind tree, looking out at intervals.
Nurse. There now, he's gone.
Muffet. Oh dear, Nursie, I want to go home. I'm so frightened.
Nurse. Well, come along home then. [Takes up bowl and pushes the pram.] Poor little Miss Muffet!
Muffet. I sat on a tuffet eating my curds and whey and there came that big spider ...
[Buries her face against her nurse.
Nurse. And sat down beside her and frightened Miss Muffet away! Well, never mind, darling, he's gone into his hole, and you will never see him again.
[They go out L. Spider puts his head round the tree.