Hump. Caught!
Niece. Where were your haunts?
Hump. My haunts!
Niece. Are not clothes very uneasy to you? Is this strange dress the first you ever wore?
Hump. How?
Niece. Are you not a great admirer of roots, and raw flesh? Let me look upon your nails—Don't you love blackberries, haws, and pig-nuts, mightily?
Hump. How?
Niece. Can'st thou deny that thou wert suckled by a wolf? You have not been so barbarous, I hope, since you came among men, as to hunt your nurse, have you?
Hump. Hunt my nurse? Ay, 'tis so, she's distracted, as sure as a gun. Hark ye, cousin, pray will you let me ask you a question or two?
Niece. If thou hast yet learned the use of language, speak, monster.