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_La._ Let him come on then; and do you hear, do not instruct me in these tricks, for you may repent it.
_El. Lo._ That at my peril. l.u.s.ty Mr. _Morecraft_, Here is a Lady would salute you.
_Mor._ She shall not lose her longing Sir: what is she?
_Elder Lo._ My wife Sir.
_Mor._ She must be then my Mistres.
_Lady._ Must I Sir?
_Elder Lo._ O yes, you must.
_Mor._ And you must take this ring, a poor p.a.w.n Of some fiftie pound.
_El Lo._ Take it by any means, 'tis lawfull prize.
_Lady._ Sir I shall call you servant.
_Mor._ I shall be proud on't: what fellow's that?
_Young Lo._ My Ladies Coachman.
_Mor._ There's something, (my friend) for you to buy whips, And for you Sir, and you Sir.
_Elder Lo._ Under a miracle this is the strangest I ever heard of.
_Mor._ What, shall we play, or drink? what shall we doe?
Who will hunt with me for a hundred pounds?
_Wel._ Stranger and Stranger!
Sir you shall find sport after a day or two.
_Young Lo._ Sir I have a sute unto you Concerning your old servant _Savil_.
_Elder Lo._ O, for his keys, I know it.
_Savil._ Now Sir, strike in.
_Mor._ Sir I must have you grant me.
_Elder Lo._ 'Tis done Sir, take your keys again: But hark you _Savil_, leave off the motions Of the flesh, and be honest, or else you shall graze again: I'le try you once more.
_Savil._ If ever I be taken drunk, or whoring, Take off the biggest key i'th' bunch, and open My head with it Sir: I humbly thank your wors.h.i.+ps.
_Elder Lo._ Nay then I see we must keep holiday.
_Enter_ Roger, _and_ Abigal.
Here's the last couple in h.e.l.l.
_Roger._ Joy be among you all.
_Lady._ Why how now Sir, what is the meaning of this emblem?
_Roger._ Marriage an't like your wors.h.i.+p.
_Lady._ Are you married?
_Roger._ As well as the next Priest could doe it, Madam.
_Elder Lo._ I think the sign's in _Gemini_, here's such coupling.
_Wel._ Sir _Roger_, what will you take to lie from your sweet-heart to night?
_Roger._ Not the best benefice in your wors.h.i.+ps gift Sir.
_Wel._ A whorson, how he swells.
_Young Lo._ How many times to night Sir _Roger_?
_Roger._ Sir you grow scurrilous: What I shall do, I shall do: I shall not need your help.
_Young Lo._ For horse flesh _Roger_.
_Elder Lo._ Come prethee be not angry, 'tis a day Given wholly to our mirth.
_Lady._ It shall be so Sir: Sir _Roger_ and his Bride, We shall intreat to be at our charge.
_El. Lo._ _Welford_ get you to the Church: by this light, You shall not lie with her again, till y'are married.
_Wel._ I am gone.
_Mor._ To every Bride I dedicate this day Six healths a piece, and it shall goe hard, But every one a Jewell: Come be mad boys.
_El. Lo._ Th'art in a good beginning: come who leads?
Sir _Roger_, you shall have the _Van_: lead the way: Would every dogged wench had such a day. [_Exeunt._
