3rd Mad. All these are whoremongers, and lay with my wife: whore, whore, whore, whore, whore!
Flu. Observe him.
3rd Mad. Gaffer shoemaker, you pulled on my wife’s pumps, and then crept into her pantofles:[218] lie there, lie there! This was her tailor. You cut out her loose-bodied gown, and put in a yard more than I allowed her; lie there by the shoemaker. O master doctor! are you here? you gave me a purgation, and then crept into my wife’s chamber, to feel her pulses, and you said, and she said, and her maid said, that they went pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat. Doctor, I’ll put you anon into my wife’s urinal. Heigh, come aloft, Jack: this was her schoolmaster, and taught her to play upon the virginals, and still his jacks leapt up, up.[219] You pricked her out nothing but bawdy lessons, but I’ll prick you all, fiddler—doctor—tailor—shoemaker—shoemaker—fiddler—doctor—tailor! So! lie with my wife again, now.
Cas. See how he notes the other, now he feeds.
3rd Mad. Give me some porridge.
2nd Mad. I’ll give thee none.
3rd Mad. Give me some porridge.
2nd Mad. I’ll not give thee a bit.
3rd Mad. Give me that flap-dragon.[220]
2nd Mad. I’ll not give thee a spoonful: thou liest, it’s no dragon, ’tis a parrot, that I bought for my sweetheart, and I’ll keep it.