3. Co. Wench. Theres reason for a madness in this Case.
1. Co. Wench. I will not loose my right. Let go, I say.
2. Co. Wench. He shall be mine, or else he shall be nothing.
Bump. Away you burrs, why do you stick so on me? Now by this hand, if nothing can perswade you, I'le drown myself for spight, that you may perish.
(Horn)
1. Hunt. Hark, hark, my Lord Acteons warning piece; That Horn gives us intelligence he doth intend to Spend this day in hunting: Bumpkin why stay you? the hounds will quarrel with you: we'l come after.
1. Co. Wench. Will you not stay, my Love?
Bump. I'le see you hang'd first, and by this hand, ere I will be in love again, I will feed my hounds with my own proper Carcase.
(Exit)
2. Co. Wench. Now he is gone, our dancing may go forward.