Plun. (draws spinning wheels to center of stage).
Come, your task awaits, the whirring wheel and spindle!
Lady H. and Nan. Set us spinning? We're to spin?
Lio. Yes, of course.
Plun. So begin.
How your claims to skill do dwindle.
Lady H. and Nan. Ha, ha, ha, spin, sir?
Plun. (imitating her laughter in anger).
Ha, ha, ha, so set to work and spin your task!
What you here for, may I ask?
Just to hold your hands and chatter?
What's the matter?
Nan. What a clatter.
Lio. Pray be calm, now, they're afraid.
Plun. Peace! Come, spin! we won't be cheated.
Lady H. and Nan. How, sir?