+Duke.+ Well, coz, I'll leave thee to thy wildness; a fitter Companion much for thee than I at this time. +Phil.+ Why, sir, I hope nothing has happened To trouble you? +Duke.+ No, no; My grief, alas! is far beyond express; To tell it to a friend can't make it less. [_Exit._ +Phil.+ Wou'd I were at the wars again: I fear No sword half so much as the tongue of one Of these nurses; and the youling of th' children Are more dismal to my ears than the groans Of dying men in a battle. I am At this time in law with six or seven Parishes about fath'ring of bastards; Tis very fine truly! and yet me thinks 'Tis a hard case that I should be sued for Multiplying the world, Since death makes bold with bastards, As well as other children. The very picture Of a nurse and child in her arms wou'd fright Me now. O, from that sight deliver me! _Enter Nurse and Child as he is going out._ Ha! and here they come: pox on't, what luck have I after saying my prayers? it shall be a Fair warning to me; now am I started Again, and must go run t'other course. [_Offers to run away._ +1st Nurse.+ 'Squire Philidor, 'Squire Philidor! [_She runs after him._ +Phil.+ How deaf Am I now! 'tis well I know this by-way To avoid her. _Enter Second Nurse and meets him._ Ha! S'death, another? The devil appearing here too? +2d Nurse.+ O my proper Young 'squire, stay, stay, d'ye hear, sir? +Phil.+ No, indeed, won't I. Yet I know one way More to avoid them. _Enter Third Nurse._ Ha! another coming Here too? Nay then, I find I am in hell, Before I thought I shou'd. What will become Of me now? +3d Nurse.+ O 'squire, I thought I should Never have spoken with your worship. +Phil.+ No, by this Light, shou'd you not, if I could have holp it. [_Aside._ +1st Nurse.+ I wonder, 'squire, at your conscience, t'avoid Your pretty babes as you do. +Phil.+ So, now it Begins, I am like to have sweet music From the comfort of these nurses' tongues. +1st Nurse.+ Saving your presence, sir, I think here are Three as sweet babes as ever sucked teat, And all born within the year too, besides Three more that your worship has in our street. +Phil.+ A very hopeful generation! sure, This was a great nut year![73] Well, if all trades fail, I may go Into some foreign plantation, where They want people, and be well paid for my Pains: wou'd I were there now! +1st Nurse.+ Codge, codge, Dos a laugh upon a dad? In conscience, sir, The child knows your worship. +Phil.+ A very great comfort!