Ans. How now, you villains! Bring me whips: I’ll whip you.
2nd Mad. I am dead! I am slain! ring out the bell, for I am dead.
Duke. How will you do now, sirrah? you ha’ killed him.
3rd Mad. I’ll answer’t at sessions: he was eating of almond-butter, and I longed for’t: the child had never been delivered out of my belly, if I had not killed him. I’ll answer’t at sessions, so my wife may be burnt i’ th’ hand, too.
Ans. Take ’em in both: bury him, for he’s dead.
2nd Mad. Indeed, I am dead; put me, I pray, into a good pit-hole.
3rd Mad. I’ll answer’t at sessions. [Servants remove 2nd and 3rd Madmen.
Enter Bellafront.
Ans. How now, huswife, whither gad you?
Bell. A-nutting, forsooth: how do you, gaffer? how do you, gaffer? there’s a French curtsey for you, too.