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The sixth Scœne.
To them Worthgood very pensive.Slip.
Pray stay sir, who comes yonder?
Keep.
Hee seemes a discontented Gentleman. Some
dueller perhaps.
Slip.
Some hot spur'd Gallant, that got a drunken feaver
last night, and must bleed this morning.
Keep.
Perhaps to revenge an affront done his Mistris.
Slip.
His common Mistris you meane sir.
Keep.
It needs no adjective the sense is common enough.
Slip.
So is the creature; a Cart take them. They have
infected more honest Alehouses with bad names, then Cakes
and Creame will ever restore againe. A wench is growne
a necessary appendix to two pots at Totenham Court.
Keep.
To your walke sirrah. I'le observe him.
Slip.
And I'le home to observe how I can sleepe after
early rising. If my master should catch me napping, 'tis but
dreaming a lie to excuse it. I'le perswade him 'tis as true
Prophecie as Bookers Almanacke.
Exit.
Worth.
After so many longings to salute
The welcome light, it hath betray'd my sense
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Had made it uselesse; since it wants the object
Can both delight and feed it, Back blushing morne
To thy Mygdonian bed; there shake the dew
From thy wet locks; and teach thy guilty shame
To dye that red in an eternall black,
Vnlesse it bring more comfort.
Keep.
Discontent
Rides on his forehead; and doth seeme to trample
Vpon his soules dejection. Would I knew him.
Good morrow Sir.
Worth.
Ha! tis a faire salute.
I doe returne your wish.
Keep.
Sir, you must pardon me
If I seeme curious in some few demands.
My office and this place are priviledge
For more then questions. Pray Sir what are you?
Worth.
This sure is Marrowbone-Parke, and he the Keeper.
A Gentleman that comes not to offend you.
I spoyle no game: you see I am unfurnish'd
Of instruments for such a wanton mischiefe.
Keep.
But Sir, without a better satisfaction
I must suspect you still. Mere recreation
To walke for health seldome invites young Gallants
To leave their beds so early. I must have more.
Worth.
Must sawcie groome! can any patience
Conster it manners? Your rude compulsion shall not
Enforce me to expresse so weake a spirit,
Whilst I have hands, and this.
Keep.
At that guard Sir?
Then this must countercheck it. Either tell me
Your name, condition, and your busines here;
By my just anger for this foule provoking
I shall not spare you else.
Worth.
How happie now
Might this occasion make me, were she lost
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I must preserve my selfe. Yet if thou triumph'st
In my submission, 'cause I had rather lose
A little outward credit to prevent
Worse mischiefe, know I can devise revenge,
Shall be a faire example for base difference
From the pretence of any borrowed power
To overdoe it's duty. My name's Worthgood.
Keep.
Enough; that word hath power to check the force
Of any passion, though the hottest rage
Enflam'd it to be active.
Worth.
Heer's a change.
Why sure my name's a spell. How it hath calm'd
The tempest of his fury!
Keep.
What black starre
Was found th'ascendant in my crooked birth;
That all my lifes sad accidents should be
Such pregnant ils begetting one another!
One suddaine rashnesse in a moment might
Perhaps have ruin'd him my dutie honours:
Making this hand a mover to his death,
Whose life I ought to cherish.
Worth.
What would'st else?
Keep.
Nothing but pardon Sir; or if you please
Th'occasion brought you hither. Lost you no company?
Worth.
It cannot sure be feare that makes me jealous.
I dare the worst of fate. Be he an actor
In my pursute, I'le venture all at once.
I have lost a Gentlewoman, and doubt her safety:
If any chance hath guided you to find her,
Doe not delay my satisfaction.
Keep.
I joy that chance made me the instrument
Of such a good. Please you to follow me.
I'le guid you to this pensive one, that grieves
More your fear'd losse then her owne misery.
She nam'd you oft; when (by her fit transported)
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Surpriz'd by some that meant her injurie.
Worth.
Shall I give faith? my resolution's mad;
Yet it shall trye th'event. Despaire may bring
A good successe to an indifferent thing.
Exeunt.
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