What a world of fire and candle, matches and
tinder-boxes did you purchase! One would have thought we were ever
after to live under ground, or at least making a voyage to
Greenland, to inhabit there all the dark season.
FORE. Why, you malapert slut -
ANG. Will you lend me your coach, or I'll go on--nay, I'll declare
how you prophesied popery was coming only because the butler had
mislaid some of the apostle spoons, and thought they were lost.
Away went religion and spoon-meat together. Indeed, uncle, I'll
indite you for a wizard.
FORE. How, hussy! Was there ever such a provoking minx?
NURSE. O merciful father, how she talks!
ANG. Yes, I can make oath of your unlawful midnight practices, you
and the old nurse there -
NURSE. Marry, heaven defend! I at midnight practices? O Lord,
what's here to do? I in unlawful doings with my master's worship--
why, did you ever hear the like now? Sir, did ever I do anything of
your midnight concerns but warm your bed, and tuck you up, and set
the candle and your tobacco-box and your urinal by you, and now and
then rub the soles of your feet? O Lord, I!
ANG. Yes, I saw you together through the key-hole of the closet one
night, like Saul and the witch of Endor, turning the sieve and
shears, and pricking your thumbs, to write poor innocent servants'
names in blood, about a little nutmeg grater which she had forgot in
the caudle-cup. Nay, I know something worse, if I would speak of
it.
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