URS. Do you sneer, you dog's-head, you trendle-tail! you look as you were begotten a top of a cart in harvest time, when the whelp was hot and eager. Go, snuff after your brother's bitch, mistress Commodity; that's the livery you wear, 'twill be out at the elbows shortly. It's time you went to't for the t'other remnant. KNOCK. Peace, Urse, peace, Urse;--they'll kill the poor whale, and make oil of her. Pray thee, go in. URS. I'll see them pox'd first, and piled, and double piled. WINW. Let's away, her language grows greasier than her pigs. URS. Does it so, snotty-nose? good lord! are you snivelling? You were engendered on a she-beggar in a barn, when the bald thrasher, your sire, was scarce warm. WINW. Pray thee let's go. QUAR. No, faith; I'll stay the end of her now; I know she cannot last long: I find by her smiles she wanes apace. URS. Does she so? I'll set you gone. Give me my pig-pan hither a little: I'll scald you hence, an you will not go. [_Exit._ KNOCK. Gentlemen, these are very strange vapours, and very idle vapours, I assure you. QUAR. You are a very serious ass, we assure you. KNOCK. Humph, _ass!_ and _serious!_ nay, then pardon me my vapour. I have a foolish vapour, gentlemen: Any man that does vapour me the ass, master Quarlous-- QUAR. What then, master Jordan? KNOCK. I do vapour him the lie. QUAR. Faith, and to any man that vapours me the lie, I do vapour that. [_Strikes him._ KNOCK. Nay then, vapours upon vapours. [_They fight._ _Re-enter URSULA, with the dripping-pan._ EDG. NIGHT. 'Ware the pan, the pan, the pan! she comes with the pan, gentlemen! [_Ursula falls with the pan._]--God bless the woman. URS. Oh! [_Exeunt Quarlous and Winwife._ TRASH. [_runs in._] What's the matter? OVER. Goodly woman! MOON. Mistress! URS. Curse of hell! that ever I saw these fiends! oh! I have scalded my leg, my leg, my leg, my leg! I have lost a limb in the service! run for some cream and sallad-oil, quickly. Are you under-peering, you baboon? rip off my hose, an you be men, men, men. MOON. Run you for some cream, good mother Joan. I'll look to your basket. [_Exit Trash._ LEATH. Best sit up in your chair, Ursula. Help, gentlemen. KNOCK. Be of good cheer, Urse; thou hast hindered me the currying of a couple of stallions here, that abused the good race-bawd of Smithfield; 'twas time for them to go. NIGHT. I' faith, when the pan came,--they had made you run else. This had been a fine time for purchase, if you had ventured. [_Aside to Edgworth._ EDG. Not a whit, these fellows were too fine to carry money. KNOCK. Nightingale, get some help to carry her leg out of the air: take off her shoes. Body o' me! she has the mallanders, the scratches, the crown scab, and the quitter bone in the t'other leg. URS. Oh, the pox! why do you put me in mind of my leg thus, to make it prick and shoot? Would you have me in the hospital afore my time?