She has qualms too every morning: ravens mightily for
green fruit; and swoons at the sight of hot meat.
_Non_. She's with child: I am undone! I am undone!
_Isa_. I understand nothing of such matters: She's but in the
next room; best call her, and examine her about it.
_Non_. Why Constance, Constance!
_Enter_ CONSTANCE, _as with child_.
_Isa_. Now for a broad-side; turn your prow to him, cousin.
[_To her_.
_Non_. Now, gentlewoman! is this possible?
_Const_. I do not reach your meaning, sir.
_Non_. Where have you been of late?
_Const_. I seldom stir without you, sir: These walls most
commonly confine me.
_Non_. These walls can get no children; nor these hangings;
though there be men wrought in 'em.
_Isa_. Yet, by your favour, nuncle, children may be wrought
behind the hangings.
_Non_. O Constance, Constance! How have my grey hairs deserved
this of thee? Who got that belly there?
_Const_. You, I hope, sir.
_Non_. Tell me the truth, for I will know it; come, the story.
_Const_. The story's quickly told, sir; I am with child.
_Non_. And who is the father?
_Const_. I do not know, sir.
_Non_. Not know! went there so many to't?
_Const_. So far from that, that there were none at all, to my
best knowledge, sir.
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