Arms, I'll pull off your head-clothes, you—
Carrion!
2d Nurse. Marry, come, if thou durst.
Phil. 'Tis best for me to be a coward,
And march off from this bloody fight.
All Nurses. Hold, hold, the 'squire is going away.
Phil. So, nothing could have parted them this three
Hours, but the fear of losing me. [Aside.
1st Nurse. What, wou'd
Your worship have left us without paying us
For nursing your children? you have a conscience,
With a pox to you!
Phil. So, now will they end
Their war in vollies of shot upon me.
I have but one thing now to do. With ev'ry
One of these hags have I been forc'd to lie,
Which they took as satisfaction for payment
For two months' nursing. Perhaps, rather
Than they will have it known to one another,
They'll hold their tongues and leave me?
Well, my three sweet harmonious nurses, what is due to you?
1st Nurse. Due! why, there was twelve months
Due for nursing; 'tis true, two months your squireship
Satisfied me for.
2d Nurse. And me too.
3d Nurse. And me
Likewise.