there were too many of them.

_Hathorne._ Let the serving-woman, Nancy Fox, come hither.

[Nancy Fox _makes her way to the front._

_Hathorne._ Nancy, I have heard that your mistress afflicts you.

_Nancy._ That she doth.

_Hathorne._ In what manner?

_Nancy._ She sendeth me to bed at first candlelight as though I
were a babe; she maketh me to wear a woollen petticoat in
winter-time, though I was not brought up to't; and she will never
let me drink more than one mug of cider at a sitting, and I nigh
eighty, and needing on't to warm my bones.

_Corwin._ Hath she ever afflicted you? Your replies be not to the
point, woman.

_Nancy._ Your worship, she hath never had any respect for my
understanding, and that hath greatly afflicted me.

_Hathorne._ Hath she ever shown you a book to sign?

_Nancy._ Verily she hath; and when I would not, hath afflicted me
with sore pains in all my bones, so I cried out, on getting up, when
I had set awhile.