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Pox o' your comparative lies; And didst not
thou say that he here was pepper'd so full o' the what-sha
callums, that his spittle would poyson a Dog or a
Rat?

Cit.

That was comparatively too in respect of a pure
Virgin; a chrisome child or so.

Cou.

He never shall move me, I forgive him.

Cit.

Meerly comparatively I speake it.

Sw.

Forgi' mee for swearing i'le make thee speaks
positively, or beat thee superlatively before I ha' done
with thee.

Enter Boy.
Boy.

Gentlemen, my Lady—

Sw.

Hold a little. Didst thou not say this child here
was a Pickpocket? and that he pickt thine of thy money,
and thy watch, when he was singing betweene thy Leggs
to day?

Boy.

Who I a Pick-pocket?

Flies at him.
Cit.

Forbeare good Lady it was comparatively.

Boy.

A pick pocket?

Cou.

Forbeare and hear him Hercules.

Boy.

Lend me a sword i'le kill him, and heare him afterwards.

Cou.

Nay I must hold you then. How was hee
comparatively your Pick-pocket?

Cit.

That is as much as any man I know; That is I
accuse nobody; that is all are as innocent as the child,
and hee as the innocent unborne. And let that satisfy
you.

Boy.

Live. I am satisfied. Now Gentlemen my
Lady prayes you to follow her to sir Andrew Mendicants.

Cou.

I know the businesse, 'Tis about our Revells.

Sw.

Suffer a child to beat thee!

Cou.

His cause was bad you know.

Sw.

Incorrigible coward! Say now; art not thou thy
selfe a pick-pocket, and a cut-purse? say.

Cit.

Comparatively it may be said, I am to a Church-warden,
a Collector for the poore or such.

Sw.

The conclusion is, that if ever I heare thou mentionst
my name agen in any sense whatsoever, i'le beat
thee out of reason.

Cit.

In my good wishes, and prayers I may: Heaven
forbid else.

Sw.

Not in your prayers sir, shall you mention me, you
were better never pray.

Cit.

Heaven forbid I should then!

Sw.

And make thine Oath good on that flie fellow
that has taine away thy wench, or—

Cit.

He has not tane her yet.

Cou.

You ha' not seene her or him these two houres;
has not my Lady call'd too, and shee not to be
found?

Cit.

True, true: and if I be not reveng'd.

Sw.

Do't then now, while thou art hot. Shee comes,
here take, and keepe her while thou art hot and hast
her.

Enter Philomel and Dainty.
Phi.

Is she at your dispose sir?

(Court takes aside with Dainty.
Cit.

Your Lady gave you me.

Phi.

Or am in her gift?

Cit.

You are in my possession, nor shall Lucifer dispossesse
me of her.

Phi.

So valiant on a sodaine!

Cit.

Have I not cause?

Phi.

You'l have me with all faults?

Cit.

Yes, and a match forever.

Kisse.

Sw.

How meanes shee by all faults?

Cit.

A word shee alwayes uses in waggery.

Cou.

By all meanes take her from him. What! affraid
of a coward?

Sw.

You must do't or take the share, hee should ha'
had a down-right beating. Forgi' me for swearing, hee's
a veryer coward then tother.

Cou.

Hee will serve the better to flesh him. And do
but note his tiranicall rage that is the vanquisher.

Sw.

You will on.

Dai.

Sir shee is mine by promise.

Cit.

Shee's mine by act and deed sir according to the
flesh, let her deny't and she can.

Dai.

That shall be try'd by Law.

Cit.

By Law of armes and hands it shall, take that, and
let her goe.

Dai.

Beare witnesse Gentlemen he struck me.

Phi.

O pittifull Picture-drawer!

Cit.

Will you not draw? I will then.

Draw.
Dai.

What would you have sir? If shee be yours take
her.

Cit.

That's not enough, I will make thee fight, what
blindnesse have I liv'd in! I would not but be valiant to
be Cesar.

Cou.

O brave Cit, O brave Cit.

Sw.

VVhy dost not draw thou fellow thou?

Dai.

Shee's his he sayes; and she denies it not, shall
I fight against him for his own?

Cit.

I'le make thee fight, or cut thee into pieces.

Cou.

He turnes your words over to him.

Cit.

VVhy dost thou weare a sword? onely to hurt
mens feet that Kick thee?

Kick.
Cou.

Doe you observe? Nay thou art too severe.

Cit.

Pray hold your peace, i'le jowle your heads together
and so beat ton with tother else.

Sw.

Forgi' me for swearing. Hee'l beat's all anon.

Cit.

VVhy dost thou weare a Sword I say?

Dai.

Some other time sir, and in fitter place.

Cit.

Sirrah you lie, strike me for that, or I will beat thee
abominably.

Dai.

You see this Gentlemen.

Phi.

And I see't too, was ever poor wench so couzend
in a man?

Cit.

The wench thou lov'st and doat'st on is a whore.

Phi.

How's that?

Cit.

No, no, That was not right, your father was a
cuckold tho', and you the sonne of a whore.

Sw.

Good, I shall love this fellow.

Dai.

I can take all this upon account.

Cit.

You count all this is true then. Incorrigible coward!
what was the last vile name you call'd mee
Mr. Swain-wit? O I remember, sirrah thou art a Pickpocket
and a Cut-purse; And gi' me my money agen, and
him his or I will cut thy throat.

Dai.

I am discover'd.

Cit.

Doe you answer nothing, doe you demurre
upon't?

Dai.

Hold sir I pray; Gentlemen so you will grant
me pardon, and forbeare the Law i'le answer you.

Cou. Sw.
Agreed, agreed.

Dai.
It is confess'd: I am a Cut-purse.

Cit.
Comparatively or positively doe you speake?
Speake positively, or I will beat thee superlatively.

Sw.
Forgi' me for swearing a brave Boy.

Dai.

Here is your VVatch, and Money; And here is
yours. Now as you are Gentlemen use no extremity.

Cou.

Beyond all expectation!

Sw.

All thought.

Cit.

Miraculous! O the effects of valour!

Phi.

Was ever woman so mistaken o' both sides?

Sw.

But dost thou thinke thou art valiant for all this
tho'?

Cit.

You were best try; or you, or both, or come all
three.

Sw.

I sweare thou shalt have it to keepe up while thou
art up.

Cit.

Is this your picture-drawing? are you the Kings
Picture-drawer? A neat denomination for a Cut-purse,
that drawes the Kings Pictures out of men Pockets.

Cou.

Come sir, come in with us.

Dai.

Pray use me Kindly Gentlemen.

Cit.

Yes, wee will use you in your kind sir.

Takes Phil by the hand. Exeunt Omnes.

SCENE II.

Enter Mendicant, a Letter in his hand.
Men.

This is the day of my felicity,
And is the same with that the Poet Sings
Is better then an Age. Come forth Charissa,

Enter Charissa.

Now you appeare my comfort; and I can
No lesse then thanke thy sweet obedience
That hast comply'd with my directions,
Bride-like and glorious to meet a fortune,
So great as shall beget the present envy
Of all the Virgin Ladies of the Court,
And a posterity, that through all ages,
Shall praise and magnify thy act.

Cha.
Your acceptation of my duty sir
Is all that I can glory in.

Men.
How are we bound unto this noble Lady

That sent us our instructions.

Cha.
Sure I am. If this be a true Coppy.

Men.
Let Musick in her soft but sweetest notes
Usher their welcome, whilst unto my thoughts
Musick
The lowdest harmony resounds my triumph.
Enter Doctor, and Fred. in Doctors habit, Strange, Priest, Ferd. in the chair as before borne by servants, Fab. as one of the servants.
Madam most welcome.

Str.
In fewest and the softest words sir Andrew.
(He sleepes) and let him gently be convey'd
Onely with those about him to his Chamber.

Men.
Charissa, go: be you his conduct, softly, softly,
I see y'ave brought a Priest Madam.

Ext. Om. Pret. Mend. & Strang.
Str.
By all best reason,
For when we found he us'd Charissa's Name,
When he was calme and gentle, calling still
Charissa! where's Charissa? a good space
Before he slept, and being then demanded
What would he with Charissa? He most readily
Reply'd, Fetch me Charissa and a Priest.
The Doctors in their judgements (unto which
My full opinion assented) might
Foresee, that in removing him, where she
Might be his immediat object, when he wakes,
That fresher flames to instant marriage
Would then arise.

Men.
Incomparably judicious Madam.

Str.
Yet not without your leave would I attempt it;
Without your leave, knowing your watchfull care
Over your Daughter.

Men.
And that care of mine
Was (Madam) by your favour
Principall motive to this great effect.

Str.
Take all unto your selfe, I am content.

Men.

I'd faine steale in and watch th' event of
things.

Str.
But have you heard sir Andrew the mischance
Of the unfortunate Lover, distracted Frederick?

Men.
How! what of him?

Str.
H'has made himselfe away.

Men.
Ist possible?

Str.
(Hee has by this time, or the Priest is tongue-ty'd.)

Men.

He has left no estate worth begging, that's the
worst of't.

My joyes come flowing no me—yet I would
see.

Str.
And heare me good Sir Andrew, for the Love
I bring to ad unto your joyes: for I
Foreseeing the event of this nights happinesse
Have warn'd some friends to follow me with Revells
To celebrate the Marriage of your fortunes.
See they are come. Pray entertaine 'em sir.

Enter Court. Swayn, Cit-wit, Dainty, Phil. Boy.
Men.

The Gallants that were to day so merry with
mee.

Str.

The same: but very harmelesse.

Cit.

All but one sir. Did you not lose your purse to day?

Str.

What's the meaning?

Cou. Sw.

Wee'l tell you Madam.

Men.

My purse? (I mist it at my Lady Strangeloves.)

Cit.

This Picture-drawer drew it, and has drawne
more of the Kings-pictures then all the Limners in the
Towne. Restore it sirrah.

Men.

I will not take it, 'twas my nelect that lost it,
not he that stole it. This is my day of fortune; it comes
home to me; more then I dare receive. O my joyes, let
me be able to containe you.

Cit.

Ha' you another purse to lose?

Men.

I have a purse; which if I lose, i'le blame my
selfe, none else.

Cit.

Let him but come so neare you as to aske forgivenesse
for the last, and if he doe not take the next, though
it be six fadome deepe i' your pocket i'le hang for him
when his time comes.

Men.
I'le watch his fingers for that.

Sit.
Cou.
Observe good Madam.

Dai.
Sir at your feet I beg your pardon.

Men.
It needs not, prithee rise.

Dai.
Never, till you pronounce that happy word
I pardon thee: or let me have some token
Of sweet assurance that I am forgiven
Which I beseech you—I beseech you grant.

Men.

In sooth thou hast it. Heaven pardon thee as
I doe.

Dai.

I have it sir indeed, and as your gift i'le keepe it,
promising before all these witnesses, i'le never venter for
another.

Men.

Fore me an expert fellow; Pitty he should be
hang'd before we have more of his breed.

Cit.

Did not I tell you sir? And these are but his short
armes; i'le undertake, when he makes a long arme, he shall
take a purse twelve skore off.

Men.

I doe not like Thieves handsell though, This may
presage some greater losse at hand.

Sw.

Now Gentlemen you know your taske, be expeditious
in't.

Cou.

I have cast the designe for't already Madam. My
inventions are all flame and spirit. But you can expect no
great matter to be done extempore or in six minutes.

Sw.

What matter ist so wee skip up and downe? our
friend Jack Dainty here, Mr. Cut-purse dances daintily
tho'.

Str.

And Mr. Cit-wit, you have worthily wonne my
woman sir.

Cit.

I have her Madam, she is mine.

Str.

I'le make her worth a thousand pound to you,
besides all she has of her own.

Cit.

Her faults and all Madam, we are agreed o' that.

Phi.

Suppose this Boy be mine.

Cit.

I would he were else, that I might have him under
lawfull correction, and the cause o' my side: for he beat
me not long since.

Boy.

And you be my father, and do not make much of
me and give me fine things, i'le beat you agen so I will;
and my mother shall helpe me.

Cit.

Agree'd Billy, agreed Philly. Never was man so
sodainly, so rich; Nay never looke Gentlemen, shee is
mine, and hee's mine own, I am sure I ha' got him now;
And all faults are salv'd.

Sw.

Her word in waggery is made good in earnest
now tho'.

Str.

To your busines Gentlemen; if you have a
(They consult.
short speech or two, the boy's a prety Actor; and
his mother can play her part; women-Actors now
grow in request. Sir Andrew! melancholly?

Men.

I was thinking on the omen of my purse.

(Court draws his Tables and retires to Phil, writes & sometimes shewes her.
Str.

Fear no further mishap sir; tis ominous
to feare.

Men.

Pray let's go in and see how
things proceed.

Str.
Pray give mee leave to make the first discovery;
Walke downe into the Garden, i'le come to you;
And here are some would speak with you.

Ex. severally.
Enter two Projectors.
1.
Into the Garden, good, let's follow him.

2.

Tis not the repulse he gave us in the morning shall
quit him of us.

No now his superintendent's turn'd away, wee'l once
more fill his head with millions.

Exit.
Dai.

I'le make the Dance, and give you all
(Practise footing.
the footing.

Sw.

Stand further off o' my Pocket tho'.

Cit.

No matter if we lose any thing, and he within ten
miles of us i'le make him answer't.

Dai.

I want a fift man, I would have an od.

Enter Doctor.
Doc.

The Marriage is perform'd. The Priest has done
his office—

Sw.

Doctor can you dance?

Doc.

And sing too, I ha' forgot much else.

Phi.

I'le speak the Speech: Ha' not I forgot my Actors
tone tro? I shal remember't, I could have acted 'em all ore.

Boy:

I can speak a Speech too Mother, must I call you
Mother now?

Phi.
I my Boy, now I dare vouch thee.

Doc.
What think you of this tune sir for your dance?
Tay dee, dee, &c.

Dai.
I'le borow a Violl and take it of you instantly.
Ex.
Enter sir Raphael.
Pray sir, is sir Andrew Mendicant i'the house.

(To Court-w.
Cou.
Umh—
He writes in his tables sometimes scratching his head, as pumping his Muse.
Is he within sir, can you tell? He's too busie it seemes.
Can you tell me sir I pray, if sir Andrew be within?
To Cit-wit as he mov'd toward him, Cit-wit Dances looking on his Feete, &c.
Very strange! among what Nation am I arriv'd?
Here's one in civill habit sure will answer me,
Sir may I be inform'd by you? saw you sir Andrew?

Ra.
Te precor domine Doctor.
They are no Christians sure.
He sings on.
The Doctor stretches his Throat in the Tune.

Sir may I be inform'd by you?
To Swayn. He whistels & Dances Sellinger: round, or the like.
Blesse me; the people are bewitch'd.
Enter Dainty.
Do you belong to the house sir?
To Dainty, he fidls to him & the 4 dancing & singing practise about him.
I hope for curtesie here Lady wil you be pleas'd— To Phil. she speaks in a vile tone like a Player.

Phi.
O by no meanes, we must speake Charon faire,
Or hee'l not waft us o're the Stigian Floud,
Then must we have a sop for Cerberus
To stop his yawning Chaps; Let me alone
To be your Convoy to Elizium.

Ra.
This is most heathenish of all.

(Dainty playes softly & Doctor with him aside.
Phi.
I'le pass that snarling triple-headed Cur
Which keeps the pallace-gate of Pluto's Court,
And guide you safe through pitchy Acheron.

Ra.
What Woman Monster's this? Sweete young
Gentleman, let me aske you a question.

Boy.
Grim death, why rather didst thou not approach
My younger dayes; before I knew thy feares?
Thy paines are multiplied by our yeares.

Ra.
All Lunatick? or Gentlemen, do you want leasure
Or civility to answer me?

Cit.
Ha' you done the speeches Mr. Court wit?

Cou.
I have already from the forked top
Of high Parnassus fetcht 'em.

Cit.
And shall my wife and Billi boy speake 'em?

Cou.
As i'le instruct you.

Cit.

You write admirably I confesse; But you have an
ill tone to instruct in; I'le read to 'em my selfe, you give
your words no grace.

Doc.

You have the tune right, will you instruct the
Musick men?

Dai.
And you all in the Dance imediately.

Sw.
But shall we have no silken things, no whim whams
To Dance in tho'.

Cit.
Perhaps the Bride can furnish us.

Sw.
With some of her old Petticotes, can she?

Phi.
No, no my Lady has tane care for all.

Dai.
Come, come away to practise, and be ready.

Ext. Om. Fidling, Footing, Singing, Acting, &c.
Ra.
Never was I in such a Wildernesse.
But my revenge upon Sir Mendicant
Shall answer all my patience, in the Jeere
I meane to put upon him.
I will possesse him with a braine-trick, now,
A meere invention of mine own (wherein
Heaven pardon me for lying) shall so nettle him.

Enter Mendicant, and Projecters.
Men.

Goe back and be not seene till I come to
you.

Ex. Pro.
Ra.
Hee's come. Ha' you heard the newes sir Andrew?

Men.
What sir Raphael?

Ra.
That Ferdinand's restor'd to's wits.

Men.
I am glad on't.

Ra.
Do you take the losse of his estate so mildly
Which might ha' bin your own?

Men.

I hope you thinke mee a Christian sir, but how
should he arrive at such a sodaine knowledge of it, if it
be so? I will pretend tis true, yes sir, he is in's wits.

Ra.
I thought I had ly'd when I did prophesie:
But sir my Nephew Fredrick—

Men.
Has made himselfe away, I heard o' that too.

Ra.
(I hope not so) yet there's another accident
Of which you have not heard, may touch you nearer,
And that indeed's my businesse, you sir, furiously
Wounded your Man to day.

Men.
Not dangerously I hope.

Ra.

Flatter not so your selfe; Hee's on the point of
dying.

Men.
How!

Ra.
Nor be too much dejected,
His life you may get off for (as 'twas done
In heat of blood) marry sir your estate
(You'l pardon me) is beg'd; my selfe has don't,
And therein, beg'd the Begger.

Men.
Ha!

Ra.
Take not too deepe a sense of it: For if you'l yeild
That Frederick yet shall have it with your Daughter,
I will remit the Estate.

Men.
O is it so?
Do you move this for a dead man?

Ra.
No, he lives.

Men.
Do you practise on me? Madam where are

Enter Strange. Ferd. Fred. Charissa. Gabriel behind.
Str.

Here sir, and am become your Usher to such guests
you?

As you must bid most welcome.

(Mend. stands amaz'd
Ra.
She here! I'm then agen confounded.

Str.

Nay sir Raphael, I potest we will be friends
notwithstanding I have outstript you in your plot of
matching your Nephew Frederick, here to his love
Charissa.

Ra.
But is it so?—

Fred.
It is, in which I hope sir you are not offended,
Who gave me leave by any opportunity
To take her, I broke no locks nor walls for her.

Cha.
I beg your pardon, and your blessing sir.

Ra.
And is it so with you sir Ferdinand?

Ferd.

It is, and sir in testimony of my recovery, I make
demand of my estate: of which you thought your selfe
possest.

Men.

What hopes am I fallen from? and what misery
fallen into; when the little I have is beg'd for Manslaughter!

Gab.
I quit you of that sir.

Men.
How couldst thou deale so with me?

Gab.
To shew my gratitude.
You overpaid me for all my former services,
For which I justly thought I ought you this.

Ferd.
Nor thinke your Daughter undervalued sir,
Three thousand pound I give him to augment
Her fortune in him.

Men.

Dreames, dreames, All these are waking
Dreames.

Ferd.

All reall truth sir, whither flie you from us?

Men.

Am I of all defeated; and by all
Abus'd and mock'd? More roome there: let mee
goe.

Ferd.
You mistake strangely.

Florish.
Str.
Harke! the Revellers.

Fer.
That come to celebrate your joyes, which wilfully
You will not apprehend.

Men.
Tis all but shew, Let go, and I will do
Something shall ad to your delight imediatly.

Exit.
Str.
Let him goe and weare out his fit by himselfe.

Florish.
Enter Boy, and Philomel, as Cupid and Venus.
Boy.
Venus and Cupid, my Mother and I—
Helpe me.—I have it now.
Venus and Cupid; my Mother and I
Helpe me agen; Noe, no, no.
Venus and Cupid; my Mother and I,
Let me alone.
Venus and Cupid my Mother and I.

Fred.
There's an Actor now!

Fre.

How doubtfull of himselfe; and yet how perfect
he was!

Ra.
A selfe mistrust is a sure step to Knowledge.

Str.
Sententious sir Raphel.

Ra.
Quarrells are ended Madam.

Ferd.
Come hither Cupid.

Phi.
From my Italian Mount I did espy
(For what is hidden from a Deity?)
How faintly Hymen did his Office here
Joyning two Lovers with the hand of feare;
Putting his Torch out for obscurity;
And made the Chamber (which belongs to me)
His Temple. But from hence let feare remove.
See here, the Champions for the Queene of Love.

Swain.

Courage, sent from Mars; The Muses

Court.

kill.
From wise Apollo. And the God, which still
Inspires with subtilty, sly Mercury
Sends this his Agent

Dainty.

. Here's Activity

Cit-wit.

From Jupiter

Doctor.

himselfe; And from her store
Of Spies, the Moon sends This to keepe the dore.
With Art of Action, now, make good the place,
In right of Love to give the Nuptialls Grace.

After they have Danc'd a while, Enter Projectors, breakes 'em off.
Pro.
Lay by your Jolity, forbeare your Sport,
And heare a story shall inforce your pitty.

Fer.
What black Tragedian's this?

Ra.
Some Nuntius sent from Hell.

Ga.
One of my Masters Minions, a Projector.

Pro.
You had a Master: But to all I speake.
Your practises have sunk him from the Comforts
Of all his hopes in fortune, to the Gulfe
Of deepe despaire; from whence he rose inflam'd

With wild distraction and phantastick fury.

Fer.
Hee's mad; is he?

Pro.
Mad, and has hang'd himselfe—

Cha.
Alas my Father.

La.
How! hang'd himselfe?

Pro.
All over sir, with draughts of Projects, Suits,
Petitions, Grants, and Pattents, such as were
The Studies and the Labours of his Life,
And so attir'd he thinks himselfe well arm'd
T'incounter all your scornes.

Enter Mendicant attir'd all in Patents; A Windmill on his head, and the other Projector.
Men.
Roome here: a Hall for a Monopolist,
You, Common-wealths informers lead me on.
Bring me before the great Assembly. See,
Fathers Conscript, I present all I have
For you to cancell.

Sw.
Here's a brave shew, and out shines our devise.

Men.

This is a Patent for the taking of poor John and
Barrell-cod alive, and so to preserve 'em in salt-water for
the benefit of the Fishmongers.

Cou.

There's salt in this.

Sw.

I this has some savour in't.

Men.

This is a fresh one sir, For the catching, preservation,
and transportation of Butter-flies: whereby they
may become a native commodity.

Cou.

That's a subtle one.

Men.

This is for profits out of all the Common-Cryes
i' th' City, As of—Oysters—Codlings—wood
to cleave, Kitching stuffe, and the thousand more, even
to the Matches for your Tinder-box, and all Forrainers
to pay double; And a Fee out of the Link-boyes profits.
But no cries to escape. Tis for a peace.

Dai.
What if some should cry Murder, murder?

Cit.
Or Theeves, theeves?

Cou.
Or Fire, fire?

Sw.
Or women cry out five Loves a penny?

Men.
All all should pay. But I submit
My selfe to your most honorable censure.

Cit.
What dos he take us for?

Sw.
Powers, Powers; A lower house at least.

Men.
And all my patents to be conceal'd.

Sw.

Our Projects would not take with you, wee'l take
yours tho'.

Dai.

He shall dance out of 'em: Musick! Play out
our Dance, we will disrobe you presently.

Cit.

Yes, and dismantle his Projectors too.

They all Dance. In the Dance they pull off his Patents; And the Projectors Clokes, who appeare all ragged. At the end of the Dance the Projectors thrust forth.
Fer.

An excellent Morrall! The Projects are all cancel'd,
and the Projectors turnd out o' dores.

Men.
True Gallants, and now I am my selfe agen,
I saw th'event of all with good esteeme.
And would as well as you a Madman seeme,
And now my blessings on your Son and Daughter.

Sw.

This Bride, Dame Venus here, cooles all this
while tho'.

Dai.

By Mr: Bride-groomes leave, i'le stirre her blood
a little for the good meaning shee had towards me.

Cit.
You may doe so. He dare's not pick her pocket,
And for her Maidenhead I dare trust him tho' he should
Dance quite ouf of sight with her.

Dance.
While they Dance the rest confer.
Ra.
'Tis well: And all are friends.

Fer.
You have my protestation; and in that,

Madam, my faith before these noble friends.

Str.
Upon those honourable tearmes sir Ferdinando
I will be yours.

Cit.
Sheel' have him, it seemes at last.

Sw.

Shee's a wise widdow by't: for sure enough, she
saw something in his mad naked fit, when hee put her
to't, to choose a husband by, wo' not out of her thought
yet.

What is there more to say now Madam?

Str.
You question well.

Sw.
But to Supper and to bed?

Str.
You consider well.

Sw.
We have had other pastime enough.

Str.
You reason well, Would all were pleas'd as well
T' absolve that doubt, to those we must appeale.

FINIS.