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Scea. 3a.
Enter Abberzanes: & an old woman.Ab.
Soe, Soe: away with him: J love to get 'em,
but not to keeepe'em. Do'st thou know the House?
WOM.
no matter for the House, J know the Porch.
Ab.
there's six pence more for that: away: keep-close:
My Tailor told me he sent away a Maid Seruant
well ballast of all sides, within theis Nine-daies:
his wiffe neu'r dream'd on't: gave the Drab, ten pound,
and she neu'r troubles him: a Com̄on fashion:
He told me 'twas to ridd a-way a Scape,
and J haue sent him this for 't: J remember
a frend of mine once seru'd a prating Trades-man
iust on this fashion (to a haire in-troth)
'tis a good ease to a Man; You can swell a Maid vp
and ridd her for ten pound: (ther's the pursse back agen
what ere becomes of your Money, or your Maid)
this Comes of Bragging now: Jt's well for the Boy too
hee'll get an excellent Trade by 't: and one Sondaies
goe like a Gentleman that has pawnd his Rapier.
He need not Care what Cuntry-man his Father was
nor what his Mother was, when he was gotten
the Boy will doe well certen: 'give him grace,
—Enter Francisca.
to haue a quick hand, and convey things cleanly,
'twilbe his owne an other day: O; well-said
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to sett a Woman to horse: a mightie troble:
The Letter came to Yor Brothers hands J know
on Thursdaie last by Noone; You were expected there
yesterday night.
Fra.
it makes the better, Sir.
Ab.
we must take heed we ride through all the Pudles
'twixt this and that now; that your Saffe-guard-there
may be most probably dabled.
Fra.
alas, Sir,
J neuer markd till now: J hate myself,
how monstrous thyn J looke.
Ab.
not monstrous neither:
a litle sharp i'th'nose, like a Cuntry Wood-cock.
Fra.
fy: fy: how pale J am? J shall be-tray myself
J would you'll'd box-me well, and handsomely
to get me into Cullour.
Ab.
not J: pardon me:
that let a Husband doe, when he has married you
a Frend at Court will never offer that:
Come: how much Spice, and Sugar have you left now
at this poore one-Moneths voiage?
Fra.
sure not much Sir,
J thinck some quarter of a pound of Sugar,
and half an ounce of Spice.
Ab.
heer's no sweet Charge;
and there was thirty pound: good wayght, and true
beside what my man stole when 'twas a-waighing
and that was three pound more; J'll speake with 'least.
the Rhenish-wine is't all run-out in Cawdells too?
Fra.
doe you ask that (Sir) 'tis of a weekes departure.
You see what 'tis now, to get Children, Sir.
Boy.
your Mares are ready both, Sir.
Ab.
Come; wee'll vp then:
Youth: give my Sister a straight wand: ther's two-pence.
Boy.
J'll give her a fine whip, Sir.
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No: No: No:
though we haue both deseru'd it.
Boy.
heer's a new-one.
Ab.
'pre-thee talk to vs of no Whips (good Boy)
my hart akes when J see'em: Lett's away.
—Ext.
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