1st Maid. Excellently well, madam.
Edm. The time has been, when thus thou mightst have said,
What, must these poor eyes never see them more?
And have I need of these vile rags? off! off!
I’ll follow ye to th’ extreme point o’the world;
And, naked, bear the icy mountains cold,
And the dread scorches o’that ball of fire,
Till I have found them i’the antipodes;
Should I not meet them there, I will rail so!—
Pardon these starts! in troth I will not harm ye;