Phil. Harkye, if you will not be gone,
I'll tell.
1st Nurse. No, marry, won't I, till I have
My money.
2d Nurse. Don't think to fright me, but pay me.
3d Nurse. I fear you not; pay me my money.
Phil. Pox on't, 'twill not do, I must try another
Way.—Boy, was the wolf fed to-day?
Boy. No, sir.
Phil. Go fetch him quickly, to dine with these ladies.
[Exeunt Nurses.
So! I thought I should set them going. He!
The devil, they have left the children behind them.
This was a very cunning device of mine.
Now am I in a pretty condition. Troth, a
Very noble Anabaptist progeny!
For the devil a one of these were ever
Christen'd; for I have run so much upon
Tick to the parsons for christening of
Children, that now they all refuse to make
Any bastards of mine a Christian
Without ready money; so that I'll have
This boy bred up a parson, that he may
Christen himself and the rest of his sisters
And brothers. What shall I do, when these infants,
Begin to be hungry, and youl for th' teat?
O, that a milk-woman wou'd come by now!
Well, I must remove my flock from hence. Small
Coal, small coal, will you buy any small coal?
Pox on it. I could never light of any
But fruitful whores. Small coal, small coal! [Exit.