LADY WISHFORT, PEG _with a bottle and china cup_.
PEG. Madam, I was looking for a cup.
LADY. A cup, save thee, and what a cup hast thou brought! Dost thou
take me for a fairy, to drink out of an acorn? Why didst thou not bring
thy thimble? Hast thou ne’er a brass thimble clinking in thy pocket with
a bit of nutmeg? I warrant thee. Come, fill, fill. So, again. See who
that is. [_One knocks_.] Set down the bottle first. Here, here, under
the table:—what, wouldst thou go with the bottle in thy hand like a
tapster? As I’m a person, this wench has lived in an inn upon the road,
before she came to me, like Maritornes the Asturian in Don Quixote. No
Foible yet?
PEG. No, madam; Mrs. Marwood.
LADY. Oh, Marwood: let her come in. Come in, good Marwood.