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Scene IV.

La: Tub. Pol-Marten. Wispe. Puppy.
Pol.
Madam, to Kentish Towne, wee are got at length;
But, by the way wee cannot meet the Squire:
Nor by inquiry can we heare of him.
Here is Turfe's house, the father of the Maid.

Lad.
Pol-Marten, see, the streets are strew'd with herbes,
And here hath beene a wedding, Wispe, it seemes!
Pray heaven, this Bridall be not for my sonne!
Good Marten, knock: knock quickly: Aske for Turfe.
My thoughts misgive me, I am in such a doubt—

Pol.
Who keepes the house here?

Pup.
Why the doore, and wals
Doe keepe the house.

Pol.
I aske then, who's within?

Pup.
Not you that are without.

Pol.
Looke forth, and speake
Into the street, here. Come before my Lady.

Pup.
Before my Lady? Lord have mercy upon me:
If I doe come before her, shee will see
The hand-som'st man in all the Towne, pardee!
Now stand I vore her, what zaith velvet she?

Lad.
Sirrah, whose man are you?

Pup.
Madam, my Masters.

Lad.
And who's thy Master?

Pup.
What you tread on, Madam.

Lad.
I tread on an old Turfe.

Pup.
That Turfe's my Master.

Lad.
A merry fellow! what's thy name?

Pup.
Ball Puppy
They call me at home: abroad, Hanniball Puppy.

Lad.
Come hither, I must kisse thee, Valentine Puppy.
Wispe! ha' you got you a Valentine?

Wis.
None, Madam;
He's the first stranger that I saw.

Lad.
To me
Hee is so, and such. Let's share him equally.

Pup.
Helpe, helpe good Dame. A reskue, and in time.
In stead of Bils, with Colstaves come; in stead of Speares, with Spits;
Your slices serve for slicing swords, to save me, and my wits:
A Lady, and her woman here, their Huisher eke by side,
(But he stands mute) have plotted how your Puppy to divide.