Tom Fool:
Polly is so pretty. Why did not her lovers stay?
Pretty Polly:
This bastard in my belly caused three men to run away.
Eezum Squeezum:
She tried a trick to marry one, but all the men beat it.
Tom Fool: (pantomimes eating as he pats Polly’s fat stomach)
If a man got you a babe, Polly, why did you eat it?
Pretty Polly: (throws up her hands)
Witless and raw, a greater Fool I never saw.
Eezum Squeezum: (lifts hem of Polly’s tunic and removes a rude pillow that serves as her pregnant belly)
So no more need, my dear, of this sack of straw.