+1st Nurse.+ My young master here is as like your worship As e'er he can look; has your tempting eyes To a hair: I cou'd not choose but smile To myself t'other day; I was making him clean About the secrets, to see that[74] God had sent him In a plentiful manner; it put me half In mind of your worship. I am sure I Have been at double the expense of other Nurses, in eating choice meat, to make my Milk good for my young master, because I Would not spoil the growth of any one of his Members. +2d Nurse.+ Nay, for that, neighbour, I have ate As good, or better, meat than you, every day In the week: I never touch'd a bit of Salt meat, for fear of spoiling my child's blood. +Phil.+ Considering how well 'tis born. [_Aside._ +3d Nurse.+ Nay, neighbours, for that I have been at greater Charge than either of you, in choice diets, To breed good milk for my young mistress here. +1st Nurse.+ You lie. +2d Nurse.+ You are a quean. +1st Nurse.+ And you're a whore. Marry, your husband is the notedest Cuckold in all our street. +2d Nurse.+ You lie, you jade, Yours is a greater. +Phil.+ Hiss! Now for a battle Royal. +1st Nurse.+ If I lay the child out of my [_Lay their children down, and fight._ Arms, I'll pull off your head-clothes, you-- Carrion! +2d Nurse.+ Marry, come, if thou durst. +Phil.+ 'Tis best for me to be a coward, And march off from this bloody fight. +All Nurses.+ Hold, hold, the 'squire is going away. +Phil.+ So, nothing could have parted them this three Hours, but the fear of losing me. [_Aside._ +1st Nurse.+ What, wou'd Your worship have left us without paying us For nursing your children? you have a conscience, With a pox to you! +Phil.+ So, now will they end Their war in vollies of shot upon me. I have but one thing now to do. With ev'ry One of these hags have I been forc'd to lie, Which they took as satisfaction for payment For two months' nursing. Perhaps, rather Than they will have it known to one another, They'll hold their tongues and leave me? Well, my three sweet harmonious nurses, what is due to you? +1st Nurse.+ Due! why, there was twelve months Due for nursing; 'tis true, two months your squireship Satisfied me for. +2d Nurse.+ And me too. +3d Nurse.+ And me Likewise. +Phil.+ Harkye, if you will not be gone, I'll tell. +1st Nurse.+ No, marry, won't I, till I have My money. +2d Nurse.+ Don't think to fright me, but pay me. +3d Nurse.+ I fear you not; pay me my money. +Phil.+ Pox on't, 'twill not do, I must try another Way.--Boy, was the wolf fed to-day? +Boy.+ No, sir.