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Act II.

Scene I.

Enter Gripe-man, Adrastus, Albinus, and Letesia, as from dinner.
Adrast.
Sir, wee thank you for your noble entertainment, and shall as men
You highly have obliged (to the uttermost of our poor power)
Faithfully serve you.

Gripe.
Gentlemen, you are heartily welcom to such poor fare you have found,
And what was amisse to day, Letesia,
Pray let it be your care next time to mend.
For (Gentlemen!) I shall expect you'l be my daily Guests.
Sir, pray a word with you.

—Gripe. Albin. whisper aside.
Adrast.
Sir, wee humbly thank you, and rest your gratefull servants.
Lady, content; wait on your fair soul.
May I deserve the honoured title of your servant.

Letes.
Sir, I want a judgment to pay desert, yet never hated
Where I ne're found any.

Albin.
Sir, be confident I shall not fail (speedily)
To put it in execution.

Gripe.
I doubt it not.

Adrast.
Lady, the gratefull'st of your poor servants kisses your hand,
And humbly takes his leave.

Letes.
Your servant, Sir.—
Ex. Gripe. Adrast. Alb.
'Tis hee: You just Powers! that have vouchsafe't
To hear the poor petitions of a distressed Virgin,
Be still assisting the humblest of your hand-maids.
What should his businesse with my father be?
There must be strange pretences of large profit in it,
They hardly else should be invited here.
My youth, and unexperience I have in Cupid's school,
Puts me in doubt of what I fane would credit.
I do confesse (I blush to speak the rest) I eyed him more then
Became my modesty to do; (I hope hee thought not so)
And if I not mistake, his looks betrayed much more of love
Then businesse with my father. Yes, yes, it must be so,
And yet it may be otherwaies. Suppose (which Venus grant hee may)
Hee love mee (if it be possible) as well as I love him,
The hopes I have to enjoy him with consent of my father, is so little,
Despair awaits that thought.
His looks speaks too much of honesty to be rich enough, (as times go now)
For his consent, No, no, Letesia, it must be one dares lift his hand
Against his sacred Prince, (which sure hee dares not do)
And by sinister waies hoard up unlawfull Wealth,
Must (by my fathers choice) be made my Bridegroom.
But I'le assoon imbrace a Leper,
As tye my self to what my soul abhorres.

Enter Clarathea.
Clarath.
What meditating, Mistris, who your noble Guest should be,
You din'd with all to day?

Letes.
That requires but small study;
They are men that come 'bout businesse to my father.

Clarath.
My maiden-head upon it, you will not finde it so.

Letes.
Why do'st thou laugh?

Clarath.
To think how you mistake.

Letes.
Prethee, unfold thy riddles, and let mee know thy thoughts.

Clarath.
Cannot you call to minde, you e're did see one
Or both of them before?

Letes.
Never to my best of knowledge.

Clarath.
Why then I can assure you these are the very Gentlemen
Wee saw ith' Change, the one of which enquired of mee
Your name and dwelling.

Letes.
That cannot be, they were all Gentlemen.

Clarath.
If you examine strictly, so you'l finde these to be.
For know, hee that wee took to be the pitifull holy brother,
Is, in disguise, the Gentleman enquired of mee for you.

Letes.
It is impossible.

Clarath.
'Tis so; That I should be mistaken.

Letes.
What should this mean, Clarathea? Canst thou guesse?

Clarath.
Yes, that one (for both I cannot think)
Would fain make love to you.

Letes.
What e're it be (dear wench!) keep secret,
Till time reveal the event.

Clarath.
Be confident of mee; for when Clarathea shall betray
Your trust, may shee live neglected,
And dye forgotten.

—Ex. Letes. Clarath.
Enter Adrast. Symphr. as in a Tavern.
Adrast.
Symphronio, Your haste hath brought us hither an hour
Before our time, and 'tis too soon to drink
After so full a meal.

Symph.
'Twas well considered; Let mee alone to drive away some
Time without the help of Sack.
Mettle hath perfectly got the part I gave him (if the
Bulls pizill put him not out)
And I have mine ex tempore.

Adrast.
Doth the Rogue know hee shall be basted?

Symph.
Gently, hee doe's: But I am resolved to try his utmost
Patience; see here, they are come.
—Enter Albin. and Mettle.
Albinus, wee are resolved
(Not knowing how wee may be encountred
When our expected company arrives) to pass by drinking
For half an hour. Mettle, you are perfect in the part I gave you.

Mett.
Sir, I have not con'd this three dayes, yet
Dare prefume I am perfect.

Symph.
Well, look to't, you know your forfeit, if you but miss a word.

Mett.
If you are ready, come what will, I'le run the hazzard.

Albin.
But where are your properties?

Mett.
For those, I shall furnish my self below.
—Ex. Mettle.

Albin.
Pox on't, I shall ne're hold out without some drink.
Drawer!

Enter Drawer.
Draw.
Here, Sir.

Albin.
Sirrah, fetch us a quart of sack.

—Enter Mettle with a black gown, and pen, ink, paper, and books.
Adrast.
Here's Mettle. Prethee Albinus forbear your sack,
They'l soon dispatch the Scene.

Albin.
Well sirrah, let the sack alone till wee call.

Draw.
I shall, Sir.
Ex. Drawer.

Albin.
Come, come to your sport, prepare, prepare.

Aldrast. Albin. seat themselves.

Mettle in an old black gown seats himself behinde a curtain, with some books, pen, ink, and paper before him, personating Phanaticus a Priest.

Symphronio standing behinde the hangings till his cue to Enter, personating Fly-blow a Butcher.

Mettle drawes the curtain, and turnes over some accounts.

Phanat.
Let mee see, let mee see, gotten this week by incomes

From Mistris Dunce a Common-Council mans wife,—Three pounds, a gold
Ring two silver spoons worth thirty seven shillings.

From Mistris Zeal widdow,—forty shillings.

From Mistris Tartwit a Cooks wife,—three pounds.

From Mistris Fat a Tanners wife,—fifty shillings.

From Mistris Plume Feather-woman and widdow,—one pound ten.

From Mistris Grease a Tallow-chandlers wife,—one pound two.

From Mistris Error widdow,—forty shillings.

From Mistris Extortion a Broakers wife,—Taffetie to line a cloak.

From Goodwife Shuttle a gifted Weavers wife,—two fat Geese.

From Mistris Fly-blow a Butchers wife—a silver bowle worth three pounds.

Symphronio personating Fly-blow, knocks at Phanaticus his door.

spreads open some books.
Fly.
Here's one desires admittance to you.

Phanat.
Who would you speak withall?

Fly.
With your reverend self, divine Sir.

Phanat.
O hee is right, hee is right.
—opens the door, Fly-blow enters.
Come in, Friend.

Fly.
Save you, holy man.

Phanat.
You also: What may your businesse be?

Fly.
A scruple Sir of conscience, I fain would be desolved in.

Phanat.
Resolved, you would say, friend.

Fly.
'Tis very right, resolved I fain would be.

Phanat.
Time with the Elect is pretious, but to such good works
As these wee are called; Friend, open your case.

Fly.
Sir, I am poor, but however have brought that with mee,
That shall show I am willing (to my utmost strength,
And abilitie) to give you satisfaction for your pains.

Phanat.
Honestly spoken, very honestly spoken,
And conscientiously; pray begin.

Fly.
Then thus I shall discover my secrets to you.
I finde my self (of late) much given to rebellion,
Towards a poor woman, yet, young and lustie.
A neighbours wife of mine, who (I fear) if I enjoy,
Will lye very heavy on mee.
Now, Sir, I have endeavoured to become a true
Subject to my self, but finding my endeavours no way prevalent,
I shall desire to be resolved, how farre
Your dispensation (shee being none of the Elect)
Will extend towards the satisfying our venial desires.

Phanat.
How far inclinable to your desires finde you our Sister?

Fly.
Verily Sir, comfortably enclining.

Phanat.
Is her husband of able body for the procreation of the Elect?

Fly.
That case is doubtfull, and much to be fear'd,
Hee having known her this two year and upward
Without fruit thereof;
The woman having ever been laboriously endeavouring.

Phanat.
Brother, enough, enough, I say.
I have with attention heard you; and shall (as considering
It my own case) instruct you for your best advantage
Both of soul and body.
As for your rebellion, if your cause be wholesomly
Advantagious to your profit, you may rebell,
As many others, and my self (at present) do.
But so to rebell, as of necessitie must be prejudiciall to you
(Our sister being impoverish't) I shall advise you to take
This comfortable admonition from mee, which is,
That you put on the Armour of Providence,
And cleave to a more beneficiall sister.

Fly.
Divine Sir, I thank you; and do begin to finde your
Wholsom and comfortable admonition effectually to operate.
And that you may perceive, I came not altogether unfurnish't
With what, I hope, shall (in some reasonable measure)
Satisfie you.

—Fly. layes off his cloak and discovers a Bulls pizil.
Phanat.
Good Sir, I doubt it not.

Fly.
You shall not need; Behold this ell of mettle,
—advanceth his pizil.
'Tis a good one: the Bull it once belong'd to
Cost mee eight pounds.
Marry, I shall give nine for yours, if you waste it not
Too much in the service of the Elect.

Phanat.
Sir, what's your meaning?

Fly.
That you shall soon discover.
Now hear mee with attention:
Thou Metropolitan Imp of Satan, Monster of mankinde,
Thou compound of Fornication and Adultery.
Nay, nay, stir not, nor let nothing of noise come from
Thy perjur'd tongue, which know can mollifie as much as tears can rocks.
Now, in a softly tone, answer mee (if it be possible) nothing but truth
(A thing by thee rarely uttered) to what I shall demand.
You know one Fly-blow a Butchers wife.

Phanat.
Fly-blow, Sir?

Fly.
Yes Fly-blow Sir. Know, wretched miscreant, shee hath discovered
Thy black soul to mee; and should'st thou but utter one
False syllable to those known truths I shall ask from thee,
By all the Gods, I'le adde to my intended fury, and geld thee.

Phanat.
Forbid, you Powers, geld mee; I am undone then.
Sir, I shall confesse any I know, you please to ask mee.
Good Sir, be merciful. Geld mee.

Fly.
If truth so long forgotten by thee can be again remembred,
You may be merciful to your self, and save your Dowcets.

Phanat.
Thank you, good Sir; and be confident, what you shall
Please demand within the power of my utmost knowledg,
You fully shall be satisfied.

Fly.
Then to the purpose: How long have you been acquainted
With Mistris Flye-blow?

Phanat.
Verily, I shall most punctually resolve you.

Fly.
Sirrah, answer me not in that sniv'ling tone
You cheat the world with.

Phanat.
Why, Sir, it is some eight weeks and odd dayes
Since first I did enjoy her.

Fly.
Villain, did you enjoy her then?

Phanat.
Pardon mee Sir, I mean no otherwaies then
The sanctified company of a zealous sister.

Fly.
Alter that tone (I say) or I shall whet—
pulls out his knife, and offers to whet it at his steel hangs by his side.
You understand the rest.
Sirrah, be short; what money, and monies worth have you had
Of her? For Villain, know, that misled
Woman is my wife.
Phanaticus starts.
What do you start? (I must confesse, I blush to own her)
Come, be brief, and to a penny satisfie my demand,
Or you grow fat, and sing well.

Phanat.
I understand you, Sir, and shall cast it up to a penny.
Let mee see, my book will tell mee; let mee see,—
turns over his book of accounts.

The eleventh of August last,—twenty shillings.

August the eighteenth,—ten shillings.

The second of September,—forty shillings.

The fourteenth of the same Moneth,—twenty shillings.

The first of October,—A silver bowle, to the value of three pounds.

This is to a penny, what shee hath been pleased to bestow.

Fly.
And upon what tearmes did you receive it?

Phanat.
Meerly her charitie, for good
And wholesom admonition.

Fly.
Indeed such admonition requires consideration,
Which you shall have. Come, come, deposit
What with your Mountebanck tricks
You have juggled from her.

Phanat.
No consideration, Sir, for the paines
I have taken with your wife.

Fly.
For that, let me consider—yes, I have thought
Of some valuable consideration, worthy your care and paines,
But you must stand to my courtesie,
The bowle and money being tendered mee.

Phanat.
I thank you, Sir, most kindely.

Fly.
Nay, nay, for that, let it alone,
Till you see what I shall deserve.

Phanat.
Here is to a penny, Sir, what I have received of her.—

Phanat. takes out of a desk the bowle and money.
Fly.
Now, Sir, how ever you have plaid the knave
By deluding my wife, you shall be sure
To finde mee a man of my word.—

Fly-blow beats the Priest egregiously with a Bulls pizil.
Phanat.
Hold Sir, if you be a man, consider, and be mercifull;
Good Sir, consider my Coat.

Fly.
'Twas well remembred; I shall, I shall, and lay it on so much
The harder, you may feel the better through it.

Phanat.
O Sir! draw in your pizil, (if you be a man) and spare mee
Till the next Lords day is past, or I shall be unable
To scatter the sanctified seed of Reformation into the bowels
Of our dear Sister-hood.

Fly.
Their reverent hearing, and your instructions
Claimes good places in hell.
Sirrah, give thanks I am out of breath; Farwell.
Cheat mee once more, I'le send thee home to hell.—
Ex. Fly-blow.

Phanat.
I do beleeve you; A plague go with you, and your pizil.
The Rogue hath made jelly of mee.
Complain of this, I dare not for my credit, which, I must more
For my profit, then my conscience value.
This must not unreveng'd go thus,
The slave is honest, that claws enough for mee
To ruine him, and his whole family.—

Mettle pulls off his gown in great fury.
Enter Symphronio.
Albin.
How now, Mettle? This was but a rehearsal,
When is your reall day of performance.

Mett.
Zwounds, I know not what jest there was on my side,
But I have all the reason in the world to beleeve
Hee was in earnest.
You shall excuse mee for acting the sinner again in jest.

Symph.
Indeed thy naturall doing of it is in earnest,
Though wee applaud thy sufferings in jest.
But how? but how, i-faith Mettle? was it not smartly perform'd?

Mett.
Yes, on my side, I'le besworn.
A plague on't, my gown had no lining in't neither,
Which you ne're considered.

Symph.
Pox of a bad memory, I had spar'd thee else.—

Enter Drawer.
Draw.
There is a Gentlewoman below enquires for you, Mettle.

Mett.
Tell her I'le wait upon her straight.

Albin.
Drawer, bring up some of your best sack.
Another Scene as long as this had choak't mee.

Draw.
I shall Sir.
—Exit Drawer.

Adrast.
Mettle, take your Lady into the next room,
And as you finde her tractable to your designes, acquaint us.

Mett.
I shall Sir.

Symph.
Shee must have my assistance to perswade her to it.
Come Mettle let's to her.—

Ex. Symph. and Mett.
Enter Drawer with wine.
Albin.
Drawer, fill mee a brimmer.
Adrastus, here's to the fair Letesia, earths richest Jewell.

Adrast.
Too rich (I fear) for Mortals to enjoy.

Albin.
Such another desperate word, and, by all the Gods, I'le court
Her for my self, and hope to enjoy her too. And, I think, I look
As like a Mortal (in this shape) as any brother in town.

Enter Symph. Riggle, and Mettle.
Symph.
Save you, Gallants. Pray bid this Lady welcom.

Albin.
I hope you speak not in the plural number.
What think you, Lady, do I appear a Gallant?—

showes his clouths.
Rigg.
Sir, though it be a thing much given to people of my profession
To pry into the habit of a man, I look into the minde
And nobler part, and where I finde most worth,
I there most honour.

Albin.
Spoke like the Queen of Amazons;
I must salute your judgment.

Rigg.
Sir, you mistake, those were my lips you kiss't.

Albin.
Lady, my ambition was to come as neer
Your judgment as I could.

Adrast.
Lady, your servant.
—salutes her.
Nay, pray sit down. Symphronio, 'twas well this
Gentlewoman had vertue enough to guard her,
I should suspect her being with you alone else.

Symph.
Make you no body of Mettle? Or do you think,
Because hee pleasures you sometimes,
Hee'l pimp for all your friends?

Adrast.
What say you to this, Mettle?

Mett.
I say, Sir, 'tis an office I never understood.

Rigg.
That's very strange, truly.

Mett.
To you, I do beleeve it is; I think I had best take up
The next room against our Brother comes;
Hee must not know shee is in our company.

Albin.
By no means. Carry a pinte of wine into it,
As if shee call'd for it.

Mett.
I shall, Sir.
—Exit Mettle.

Rigg.
'Tis a pretious youth.

Albin.
Lady, Health to your dearest servant.—

Drinks.
Rigg.
Thank you, noble Sir.

—Enter Mettle.
Mett.
I must have this pinte pot, hee is below already.

Symph.
Mistris, pray go into the next room,
And act your part toth' life.

Rigg.
Let mee alone; hee is not the first knave
That I have made a fool of.
Ex. Rigg.

Albin.
Not by a brace of thousands. Now will shee pick his pocket,
And hee lay fellony to our charge,
Then where lyes our scene of Mirth?

Adrast.
Faith, under the lash. Symphronio, how do you
Like the Vermin you have had conference?

Enter Mettle.
Mett.
They are together, the Rogue kik't,
You might have heard him hither.

Adrast.
Gentlemen! what's your plot? as yet
I am a stranger to your design.

Symph.
Mettle, and I have studied that.
What 'tis, the event shall show. But now you talk of plots,
How goes your businesse forward?

Albin.
Adrastus, art thou not a hungry?
Thou feed'st (to day) on nothing but thy Mistris eyes,
And those you fell upon without any grace.

Adrast.
I do confesse
I hardly know what other food wee had; but as for grace,
The Gods send thee but half as much.

Albin.
Symphronio, hee is now admitted.
Hee has got the Old mans good will.

Symph.
VVhat, to marry his Daughter?

Albin.
Soft, and fair; there's somewhat more goes to getting his good will.
Hee hath free admittance to visit his fair
Mistris when hee pleases,
Marry, I beleeve, you might have had
Fathers, Mothers, and all the Kinns
Consent besides, (in a lesse time) to have match't with your Lady
You parted with but now.

Symph.
Thou look'st like one that would
Have married us, had wee been both agreed.

Enter Mettle from peeping.
Mett.
The Rogue drinks like a fish, and shee plyes
Him with half pinte draughts; shee hath much ado
To keep his hands above board: the other cup will ripen him for your company,
Then 'tis my cue to Enter.

Adrast.
VVill not the rogue be troublesom?

Albin.
Not long, if hee drink so fast. And it
Shall be my care that hee shall want none here.

Adrast.
Mettle, how doth shee bear her drink?

Mett.
Hang her, shee'l bear any thing is laid upon her.
Now will I enter.
Ex. Mettle.

Albin.
And wee prepare to entertain the slave with gravitie,
Is all contrived, Symphronio? VVhat punishment wee
Lay upon the Rogue? for something wee must do worth his
Remembrance.

Enter Mettle.
Symph.
It is, it is; all is contrived.

Mett.
She hath prevail'd upon the Babe of Grace.
And hee prepared to enter.—

Enter Sod. drunk and Riggle.
Rigg.
Come near, come near, good Cosin.
Here's none but are my special friends,
I can assure you.

Sod.
Save you, Gentlemen.

Albin.
You are most nobly welcom. Mettle,
A chair there for the Gentleman. Mistris, pray sit here.

Rigg.
Thank you, good friend: why, I had thought I had lost you all.
I think I have not seen you, nor your friends here, these eight or nine dayes.

Mett.
This whore is got half drunk, and shee will do it rarely.

aside.
Symph.
Lady, 'tis true; but blame not us, but our occasions, that enforc't us
To it: our businesse now being over, wee'l be your daily visitants.
Sir, a health to the greatest honourer of this fair Ladies
Virtues.

—drinks to Sodom.
Rigg.
Cosin, the Gentleman drinks to you.

Sod.
Thank you, noble Sir.

Symph.
Help the Gentleman to some wine.

Mett.
Here Sir, please you drink.

gives Sodom wine.
Sod.
Thank you, Sir; Lady, here's to you.

Albin.
Sir, shee should have it last.

Sod.
Say you so? Then here's to you, Sir,
This fair Ladies servant.

Albin.
Thank you, Sir; Mettle, help the Gentlemam.

Sodom drinks and fails down, they help him up, and laugh.
Mett.
Help, help, the Gentleman is troubled with the falling sicknesse.

Adrast.
How is it, Sir? chear up, all's well again.

Rigg,
How is it, Cosin? what, not well, sweet heart?
Pray fetch him some strong water.

Albin.
A pinte at least. Courage, noble Sir; how is't?

Sod.
Very well Sir,—but that I have got the hey-cot.

Albin.
Your Cosin, Mistris, is drunk.

Rigg.
I hope not so.

Sod.
Verily not drunk—I am—not drunk—I must
Confesse I—I—I have tasted liberally of the creature,
But you shall see—I am not drunk.

Symph.
That's bravely said; here, I'le help you.

Sod.
You shall see I am not drunk;
Here's to our Prince.

Adrast.
How dares hee drink that health?

Albin.
I thank you, Sir.
Hee dares (now) drink his health, hee dares not name
But to revile, when hee's sober.
That's bravely done.

Sodom drinks.
Sod.
You'l pledge mee, Sir?

Albin.
That I will.
Here, Lady, here's to you.

Rigg.
Thanks, noble Sir.

Mett.
The beast sleeps, the wine works rarely.
Shall I produce? The engine is in the next room.

Symph.
Come, bring't in, bring't in,
Exit Mettle.
'Twill cleanse him better then a purge.
Sir, do you hear? do you hear?
joggs Sod.
Come, come, hee is fast.
Enter Mettle with a blanket.
Gentlemen, wee must have all your hands.

Adrast.
With all our hearts.

Rigg.
Do you want my help?

Albin.
No, Mistris, you have acted your part already.
Wee four make the compleat number.
Lady, pray shut the door.
Come, in with him, in with him, in with him.—
they put him in a blanket and tosse him.
So, so, 'tis pretty well for the first heat.
Something hee would have said, could hee have spoke;
Hee grumbled vilely.

Rigg.
Incomparable sport! Fie, fie, you let him breathe
Too much. So, so, to work again.

they toss him as before.
Adrast.
Prethee, let him down, it has wrought;
The Rogue stinks like a pole-cat.

Rigg.
How rank a Traytor smells.

Albin.
Very true; especially, in the nostrils of the righteous.
The Rogue hath tir'd mee; hee looks white,
I fear wee have kill'd him.

Symph.
No, no, hee breathes.

Albin.
How, do you like this sport, Lady?

Rigg.
So well, I fain would have some more of it.

Adrast.
The slave hath put my shoulders out of joint.

Mett.
What, shall wee leave him so?

Albin.
Wee must per force, till wee have breath'd our selves.

Rigg.
Hee that is weari'st I'le supply his place.
I fain would help to give him t'other stool.

Symph.
Let him recover first, and then for t'other bout.
Mettle, Fill me a glasse of sack.
Adrastus, here's to the dish you feasted on to day.

Adrast.
Thanks, dear Friend, this Villain hath almost
Broke my winde. Lady to you.—

drinks to Riggle.
Rigg.
Your poor servant thanks you, Sir.

Adrast.
Mettle, fill some wine; Come, now for t'other bout.

Symph.
A match, come Gentlemen, four corners and a fool.

Albin.
A knave, I am sure; come, ho-vast.
they toss him as formerly.
So, so, so; 'tis well, 'tis very well; Gently, gently, down with him; hee grumbles.
Hee is not drunk, but hee hath tasted so liberally of the creature.
All this will not bring him to his senses.

Mett.
Here's money fallen out of his pocket.

Adrast.
Sirrah. diminish not a penny of his ill-got coin,
But put it in his pocket.

Mett.
I shall, Sir.

Symph.
Mettle, help mee to a Butchers prick or two.

Mett.
Here's a brace of great pins, if they will do.

Symph.
Yes, yes, they'l serve; give them them.—

Symph. pins the blanket about Sodome.
Rigg.
I'le swear you have performed it rarely.
What follows now?—

Enter Drawer.
Symph.
Drawer, take you a care of this beast in mans cloaths,
Here let him lye (without disturbance) till hee wakes.
Take charge of what hee hath,
That nothing be diminished.

Draw.
Sir, be confident, none shall come neer him but my self.

Albin.
Sirrah, make him pay the reckoning, and if hee enquire
(As questionlesse hee will) tell him wee are all strangers;
If hee refuse to pay, wee will.
Here's for your paines.

Draw.
Sir, I thank you, and carefully will perform your will.

Mett.
Good holy Brother, I must make bold to pin
This paper on your breast.—
pins a paper on Sodome's breast.
Farwell, my fleshly Saint.

Symph.
Wee are all indebted to this Lady for our Scene of mirth,
Without whose help wee had done nothing.
Lady, here's half a peece to keep you honest.

Rigg.
Thank you, courteous Sir, I shall endeavour to practise,
And what in my power lyes, I shall be glad to serve you in.

Adrast.
Your servant, Lady.
Come, let's go, the sport will be his wonder,
When hee wakes, which (by the Drawer)
Wee shall know at full.

—Ex. Om. but Sodom.