PEG. I know her to be a testy old fool; She's never well, but grunting in a corner.
MOTHER MIDNIGHT. Nay, she'll camp, I warrant ye. O, she has a tongue! But, Marget, e'en take her home to your mistress, and there keep her, for I'll keep her no longer.
NURSE.
Mother, pray ye, take ye some pains with her, and keep her awhile
longer, and if she do not mend, I'll beat her black and blue. I' faith,
I'll not fail you, minion.
MOTHER MIDNIGHT.
Faith, at thy request, I'll take her home, and try her a week longer.
NURSE. Come on, huswife; please your granam, and be a good wench, and you shall ha' my blessing.
MOTHER MIDNIGHT.
Come, follow us, good wench.
[Exeunt MOTHER MIDNIGHT and NURSE. Manet PEG.
PEG. Ay, farewell; fair weather after you. Your blessing, quotha? I'll not give a single halfpenny for't. Who would live under a mother's nose and a granam's tongue? A maid cannot love, or catch a lip-clip or a lap-clap, but here's such tittle-tattle, and Do not so, and Be not so light, and Be not so fond, and Do not kiss, and Do not love, and I cannot tell what; and I must love, an I hang for't.
[She sings.
A sweet thing is love,
That rules both heart and mind:
There is no comfort in the world
To women that are kind.