That you, sir, you who fill yon seat of justice,
Must throw away your gown, and swim for life.
1st Maid. Will’t please, we lead you in?
Edm. I’gin, indeed, to think I need support;
For I am even weaker than a babe.
Hush! hush! come hither both, I’ll tell ye something.
Now, then, your ears; I’m mad: ha! ha! ha!
Say! is not this Whitsuntide?
2nd Maid. Ay, an’t please you, madam.
Edm. Then, listen.