O look, I pray you, how she seemeth unto me to be by three full spans higher than she was when she began to hood herself with her apron.

What meaneth this restless wagging of her slouchy chaps?
What can be the signification of the uneven shrugging of her hulchy shoulders?
To what end doth she quaver with her lips, like a monkey in the dismembering of a lobster?
My ears through horror glow; ah! how they tingle! I think I hear the shrieking of Proserpina; the devils are breaking loose to be all here.

O the foul, ugly, and deformed beasts! Let us run away! By the hook of God, I am like to die for fear! I do not love the devils; they vex me, and are unpleasant fellows.

Now let us fly, and betake us to our heels.

Farewell, gammer; thanks and gramercy for your goods! I will not marry; no, believe me, I will not.