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Sce. 4.
Enter Buffe Woman.
The weake estate of a young Gentleman
At armes—But who comes here? a woman.
Let.
At armes—But who comes here? a woman.
Yes; that has taken up the newest fashion
Of the towne-militasters.
Dia.
Is it Buffe,
Or Calfe skin troe? she lookes as she cold beate
Out a whole Taverne garison before her
Of mill tasters call you 'em? if her husband
Be an old jealous man now, and can please her
Lawyer reads on papers.
No better then most ancient husbands can,
I warrant she makes her selfe good upon him.
Ioy.
Tis very good, the play begins to please me.
Buff.
I wayt to speake w'yee sir, but must I stand
Your constring and piercing of your scriblings.
Law.
Cry mercy Lady.
Dia.
Lady does he call her?
Law.
Thus farre I have proceeded in your cause
Ith' Marshalls court.
Buff.
But shall I have the combate?
Law.
Pray observe
The passages of my proceedings; and
The pro's and contras in the windings, workings
And carriage of the cause.
Buff.
Fah on your passages,
Your windy workings, and your fislings at
The barre. Come me toth' poynt, is it decreed,
A combate?
Law.
Well, it is; and heer's your order.
Buff.
Now thou hast spoken like a lawyer,
And heer's thy fee.
By no meanes gentle Lady.
Buff.
Take it, or I will beat thy carcasse thinner
Then thou hast worne thy gowne here.
Law.
Pardon me.
Buff.
Must I then take you in hand?
Law.
Hold, hold, I take it.
Dia.
Alas poore man, he will take money yet,
Rather then blowes, and so farre he agrees
With our rich lawyers, that sometimes give blowes
And shrewd ones for their money.
Buff.
Now victory
Affoord me fate, or bravely let me dye.
Exit.
Let.
Very well acted that.
Dia.
Goes she to fight now?
Let.
You shall see that anon—
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