I will determine this before I stir.
[Enter a Servant.]
Serv. O mistress, mistress, shift and save yourself!
My master and his man are both broke loose,
170 Beaten the maids a-row, and bound the doctor,
Whose beard they have singed off with brands of fire;
And ever, as it blazed, they threw on him
Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair:
My master preaches patience [to him, and] the while
175 His man with scissors nicks him like a fool;