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Scæna Secunda.
Enter Hubert.Hub.
I have lockt my youth up close enough for gadding
In an olde tree, and set watch over him.
Enter Jaculine.
Now for my Love, for sure this wench must be she,
She follows me; Come hither, pretty Minche.
Jac,
No, no, you'l kisse,
Hub.
So I will.
Jac.
Y'ded law?
How will ye kisse me, pray you?
Hub.
Thus: soft as my loves lips.
Jac.
Oh!
Hub.
What's your Fathers name?
Jac.
He's gone to heaven.
Hub.
Is it not Gerrard, sweet?
Jac.
I'le stay no longer,
My mother's an olde woman, and my Brother
Was drown'd at sea, with catching Cockles. O love:
O how my heart melts in me: how thou fir'st me!
Hub.
'Tis certain she: pray let me see your hand, sweet,
Jac.
No, no, you'l bite it.
Hub.
Sure I should know that Gymmall;
Jac.
'Tis certaine he: I had forgot my ring too.
O Hubert, Hubert.
Hub.
Ha? me-thought she nam'd me—
Doe you know me, Chicke?
Jac.
No indeed, I never saw ye,
But me-thinks you kisse finely.
Hub.
Kisse againe then;
By heaven 'tis she.
Jac.
O what a joy he brings me.
Hub.
You are not Minche?
Jac.
Yes pretty Gentleman,
And I must be married to morrow to a Capper.
Hub.
Must ye my sweet, and doe's the Capper love ye?
Ja.
Yes, yes, he'l give me pye, & look in mine eys thus:
Tis he: 'tis my deare Love; ô blest fortune.
Hub.
How fain she would conceal her selfe? yet shew it,
Will ye love me, and leave that man? I'le serve.
Jac.
O I shall loose my selfe.
Hub.
I'le waite upon ye,
And make ye dainty Nose-gayes.
Jac.
And where will ye sticke 'em?
Hub.
Here in bosome, and make a crown of Lillies
For your faire head.
Jac.
And will ye love me, deed-law?
Hub.
With all my heart.
Jac.
Call me to morrow then,
And we'l have brave chear, and goe to Church together:
Give you good ev'n Sir.
Hub.
But one word faire Minche.
Jac.
I must be gone a milking.
Hub.
Ye shall presently.
Did you never heare of a young Maid called Jaculine?
Ja.
I am discovered: hark in your eare, I'le tell ye;
You must not know me: kisse and be constant ever.
Hub.
Heaven curse me else: tis she, and now I am certain
They are all here: now for my other project.—
Exeunt.
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