Come, Berecynthia, let us in likewise,
And heare the nightingale record hir notes.
Exeunt omnes.
Enter Zantyppa, the curst daughter, to the Well,[1102] with a pot in hir hand.
Zant. Now for a husband, house and home; God send a good one or none, I pray God. My father hath sent me to the well for 575 the water of life, and tells mee, if I give faire wordes, I shall have a husband.
Enter the fowle wench to the Well for water, with a pot in hir hand.
But heere comes Celanta, my sweete sister; Ile stand by and heare what she saies.
Celant. My father hath sent mee to the well for water, and he 580 tells me if I speake faire, I shall have a husband, and none of the worst. Well, though I am blacke,[1103] I am sure all the world will not forsake mee; and as the olde proverbe is, though I am blacke, I am not the divell.
Zant. Marrie gup with a murren, I knowe wherefore thou 585 speakest that; but goe thy waies home as wise as thou camst, or Ile set thee home with a wanion.
Here she strikes hir pitcher against hir sisters, and breakes them both and goes hir way.