Should thus—Gods foote—I crye God hartely mercy!—
Go to, ye vex me; and Ile vexe ye for it;
Before I leave ye, I will make ye glad
To tender it on your knees; heare ye, I will, I will. 170
What, worse and worse stomacke! true, i[1742] faith!
Shall I be crost by you in my olde age?
And where I should have greatest comfort to,
A nursse of you?—nursse in the divels name!—
Go to, mistris; by Gods pretious deere, 175
If ye delaie—