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The fourth Scœne.
To him Keeper, Worthgood.New mischiefe; I am againe delayd. If I forbeare my breakfast
But two minutes longer, my guts will shrinke into minikins:
which I bequeath the poore Fidlers at Totenham-Court,
for a May-dayes Legacie.
Keep.
Y'are welcome to this roofe; too meane a covering
For such a guest.
Worth.
Your first sir hath inritch't it.
And hallowed it into a Temple. Pray sir.
Conduct me to the Altar, where I may
Pay the due sacrifice of my desires
To her; and thanks to you.
Slip, call my daughter.
Slip.
Which daughter sir? your daughter gentlewoman,
or your gentlewoman daughter?
Keep.
Your trifling's unseasonable sirrah.
Slip.
Why sir, Ciceley's no more plaine Ciceley, but Ciceley
in lac't sattin. The gentlewoman and she are run out of
themselves one into another.
Keep.
But where are they?
Slip.
For ought I know, run away one with another.
Keep.
Run you after, and call them back.
Slip.
'Tis impossible: who knowes which way they are
gone. Besides, 'tis a mist would choake a brewers horse; I
cannot see one hand for the other.
Worth.
Sir, my suspition prompts me you are trecherous:
And these faire seeming undertakings traps
To catch me.
Keep.
Sir, you make a worse construction
Of my good meaning, then so faire expressions
Can any way deserve. Pray sir goe with me,
Wee'l overtake them.
Worth.
I will share the paines;
And venture once againe to try you thorowly.
Keep.
Follow you sirrah.
Exeunt.
Slip.
A killing command, The best is, it will breake my
heart, no matter then for my belly. Hunger, I defie thee;
revenge I hugg thee. I will lead you a wild-goose chase, till
we come to Toten-ham-Court; where I will score two dozen,
and reckon with mine hostesse maid, whose belly I have
rais'd with umbles.
Exit.
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