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 | The Rivall Friends |  |
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Stipes making of himselfe ready with his Sheepe-hooke in his hand. Mistris Vrsely, Merda.Sti.
Heigh hoe—
'Tis a fine morning this as I haue seene,
And a most early Spring—but daughter Merda,
Why Merda I say, why daughter Merda, what,
Haue not the Fleas yet made a breakefast of you?
You'le rise? or doe you meane that Mistris Vrsely
Shall take you in your bed? shee'l not be long
Ere she be here—Oh me! shee's here already.
Mr s. Vrsely enters.
Why Merda, Merda I say, goe to,
I, I by'r Lady.
Vrs.
Fa, la, la, la, I haue found six Checkstones in my
She sings.
Father's yard, all in my Father's yard, and now I
Will goe see if Merda will play with me—
Oh Stipes, where is your daughter Merda?
Sti.
Oh sweet Mistris Vrsely, oh that I were a young
Scholler now for your sake; ha, this is shee that
The beggers fight for: come on i'faith young Mistris,
Which of all the blackcoates doe you loue best?
Vrs.
Blackcoates? I care not this for any of them,
I ne're will loue any but Anteros;
But pray you Stipes call your daughter Merda,
Is shee not vp yet?
Merda, will you come? or doe you long vntill
I fetch you out—At length forsooth: are
Enter Merda.
You not asham'd of this you great Maukin you?
Vrs.
Oh Merda, will you play at Checkstones with me?
Sti.
Where is your answer, and your curt'sie Mayden?
If it please you forsooth, say.
Mer.
If it please you forsooth say.
Sti.
Say? thou filthy harlotry, thou;
Oh here's a Girle brought vp most daintily;
Well was it not for shame I'de take you vp—
He offers.
Mer.
Father, good Father, forgiue me but this once, I'le neuer
Doe so any more.
Vrs.
Stipes, you shall forgiue her,
I'le make my Father take his house from you,
And the North close, vnlesse—
Sti.
Thanke your young Mistris; young Mistris I
Doe thanke you say.
Mer.
Young Mistris I doe thanke you say.
Sti.
Againe? but oh the diggers!
What doe I see? My Sheepe haue quite disgrest
Theyr bounds, and leap't into the seuerall.
Whu, whu, why Scab, the last, the last, there scab
'Tis the best Curre
That euer mumbled crust.
How daintily he catcht that Sherehogge! there,
So, so, au, au: why so; haup, haup, you roague
But I will follow him.
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