RAVENSBANE Begone, woman.
GOODY RICKBY [Courtesying, laughs shrilly.] Your servant—my son! [About to depart.]
RAVENSBANE Ye lie! Both of you! Ye lie—I was born of Rachel.
DICKON Tut, tut, Jacky; you mustn’t mix up mothers and prospective wives at your age. It’s fatal.
GOODY RICKBY [Excitedly.] They’re coming! [Exit.]
DICKON [Calling after her.] Fear not; if thou shouldst be followed, I will overtake thee.
RAVENSBANE She is coming; Rachel is coming, and I may not look upon her!
DICKON Eh? Why not?
DICKON And born of her—Fie! fie!