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The fifth Scœne.

Enter Stitchvvell, Franke, Changlove.
Frank.
You are the Olympian, Sir.

Stitch.

Doe you thinke Gentlemen I'd let you out-strip
me at exercise? I'le jump with ye for a dozen more.

Change.

Pray Sir let's jump: I love it mightily.

Frank.

My breaths not yet recover'd. By this time sir.
your Wife hath converted my friend to a civiller disposition.

Stitch.

Let her alone. If she doe it not, I durst forsweare
exercise; and that would be the greatest vexation.

Fran.

Greater then if your maid should drop the candle
on your festivall sattin doublet?

Chang.

Or the Cats pisse upon your Military feather?

Frank.

Or an inferiour neighbour be prefer'd for a common
counsell man?

Stitch.

Meere trifles to the forbearing of exercise.

Frank.

Or if a gallant should deale with your wife in
your absence for body covering, and give her Court payment.

Stitch.

A very likely matter. She that goe's thrice a weeke
to morning exercise, and will make repetition over sweet
meates at a gossipping. I tell ye gentlemen, I have trusted
her to a Maske, and the Innes a Court revelling: she knew
the way home agen without a Cryer. She hath converted a
hundred of her purer neighbours, by her example.

To them Tapster.
Frank.

Heere's more then Citie confidence. But shall
we enter?

Tap.

Y'are welcome Gentlemen.

To them Wife, presently George.
Chang,

A handsome roome sirrah.

Tapst.

The best in the house sir.

Exit.
Frank.

Your Wife's come, sir.

Stitch.

Welcome sweet-heart.

Wife.

Kinde gentlemen, hold my heart, oh. Nay one at
once: pray hold it hard, oh!

Stitch.

Whats the matter chucke?

Wife.

Oh my breath: there's not so much wind left in
me, as would make a noise to bee excus'd with the creaking
of ones shoo: oh. You are a kinde husband to leave mee

behind. Had it beene with one that had lov'd a woman,
shew'd her the neerest way, or laid her down upon his cloake
when she had beene weary. But I thinke I fitted him.

Fran.
And beshrew him if he fitted not you.

Chang.
Here he is likewise.

Fran.
You blow hard George.

Stitch.
Come Gentlemen, shall we walke in.

Geor.
I would enjoy my friend a little heere.

Wife.
You shall enjoy your friend sir.

Exeunt.
Fran.
And what successe?

Geor.
Why dost not heare her promise?
You shall enjoy your friend. Shee's plyant Franke
Vnto my wishes: nothing now remaines
But to deceive her husband; thou must ayd me.

Frank.
Would'st have me Pandarize?

Geor.
I'le doo't for thee.
These are sweet sins, and onely doe intend
The pleasure of desire, which would be kill'd
With two much scruple.