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Scen. 5.
Enter the Alimony Ladies.Fricase.
Conveen'd to Court! some Mask, or princely
Ball, I'le gage mine honour on't. We must be imploy'd,
sisters.
Caveare.
I see well the Court can do nothing without
our City Revellers.
Trust me! I am with Childe till I get to't: but my desires
are enlivened for a sight of my Lord especially.
Joculette.
Or your special Lord Madam. We smell your
meaning. As I am vertuous, he deserves your smile or
whatsoever may most indear him. I have known none at
any time court Love with a more graceful nor accurate
presence. He can be both seriously amorous: and amorously
serious.
Medler.
Surely, Lady Joculette; you set him at a rate far
above th'Market: you value him not as if you meant to sel.
Joculette.
No, nor buy neither: I have no property
in such a rich penniworth. For if I had, I should wish—
Medler.
I know what Madam.
Joculette.
Good now, thy conceipt.
Medler.
Shall I freely unbosome me?
All.
Pray thee, Madam, do Madam.
Medler.
You would wish that his puny Baker-legs had
more Essex growth in them; for else they would make ill
Butchers ware.
Joculette.
Thou art a shrude Wench, trust me.
Tinder.
Well Ladies, I know a new minted Lord, that
can act the Spanish Don, with a peakt beard and a starcht
look to an hair.
Fricase.
O Madam Tinder, I guess where you are: but
he wants a little of your spirit: He can cringe and caress
better then he dare fight: A Ladies honour might perish
Caranto.
For loves sake, let's make haste. Nothing will
be done, till we come.
Enter Cristobel with a Crutch.
Cristobel.
Good Madam Land-lady, take lame Cristobel,
along with you;
Joculette.
We shall not want then for handsome Attendance.
(Exeunt.
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