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Scene 1.

Host.
Fly.
Come Fly, and legacie, the Bird o'the heart:
Prime insect of the Inne, Professor, Quarter-master,
As euer thou deserued'st thy daily drinke,
Padling in sacke, and licking i'the same,
Now shew thy selfe an implement of price,
And helpe to raise a nap to vs, out of nothing.
Thou saw'st 'hem married?

Fly.
I doe thinke, I did,
And heard the words, Philip, I take thee, Lætice,
I gaue her too, was then the father Flie,
And heard the Priest do his part, far as fiue nobles
Would lead him i'the lines of matrimonie.

Host.
Where were they married?

Fly.
I'th new stable,

Hos.
Ominous!
I ha' knowne many a church beene made a stable,
But not a stable made a church till now:
I wish 'hem ioy. Fly, was he a full priest?

Fly.
He belly'd for it, had his veluet sleeues,
And his branch'd cassock, a side sweeping gowne,
All his formalities, a good cramm'd diuine!
I went not farre to fetch him, the next Inne,
Where he was lodg'd, for the action.

Hos.
Had they a licence?

Fly.
Licence of loue, I saw no other, and purse,
To pay the duties both of Church, and house,
The angels flew about.

Host.
Those birds send luck:
And mirth will follow. I had thought to ha' sacrific'd,
To merriment to night, i'my light Heart, Fly,
And like a noble Poet, to haue had
My last act best: but all failes i'the plot.
Lovel is gone to bed; the Lady Frampull
And Soueraigne Pru falne out: Tipto, and his Regiment
Of mine-men, al drunk dumbe, from his whop Barnaby,
To his hoope Trundle: they are his two Tropicks.
No proiect to reare laughter on, but this,
The marriage of Lord Beaufort, with Lætitia.
Stay! what's here! The sattin gowne redeem'd!
And Pru restor'd in't, to her Ladyes grace!

Fly.
She is set forth in't! rig'd for some imployment!

Hos.
An Embassy at least!

Fly.
Some treaty of state!

Host.
'Tis a fine tack about! and worth the obseruing.