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Enter two of the Masters: a Constable after them, then Dorathea Target, braue, after her two Beadles, th'one with a wheele, the other with a blue Gowne.
Lod.
Are not you a Bride, forsooth?

Dor.
Say yee?

Car.
He wud know if these be not your Bridemen.

Dor.

Vuh, yes, sir: and looke yee, doe you see the Bride-laces
that I giue at my wedding, will serue to tye Rosemary

to both your Coffins when you come from hanging-Scab?

Orl.

Fie, Puncke, fie, fie, fie.

Dor.

Out you stale stinking head of Garlicke, foh, at my
heeles.

Orl.

My head's clouen.

Hip.

O, let the Gentlewoman alone, she's going to shrift.

Ast.

Nay to doe penance.

Car.

I, I, goe Puncke, goe to the Crosse and be whipt.

Dor.

Mary mew, mary muffe, mary hang you goodman
Dog: whipt? doe yee take me for a base Spittle whore? in troth
Gentlemen, you weare the cloathes of Gentlemen, but
you carry not the mindes of Gentlemen, to abuse a Gentlewoman
of my fashion.

Lod.
Fashion? pox a your fashions, art not a whore?

Dor.
Goodman Slaue.

Duke
O fie, abuse her not, let vs two talke,
What mought I call your name, pray?

Cor.

I'm not ashamed of my name, Sir, my name is Mistris
Doll Target, a Westerne Gentlewoman.

Lod.

Her Target against any Pike in Millan.

Duke

Why is this wheele borne after her?

1. Master.

She must spinne.

Dor.

A coorse thred it shall be, as all threds are.

Ast.

If you spin, then you'll earne money here too?

Dor.

I had rather get halfe a Crowne abroad, then ten
Crownes here.

Orl.

Abroad? I thinke so.

Infæ.

Doest thou not weepe now thou art here?

Dor.

Say yee? weepe? yes forsooth, as you did when
you lost your Maidenhead: doe you not heare how I weep?

Sings.
Lod.
Farewell Doll.

Dor.
Farewell Dog.

Exit.
Duke
Past shame: past penitence, why is that blue Gowne?

1. Master.
Being stript out of her wanton loose attire,
That Garment she puts on, base to the eye,
Onely to cloath her in humility.

Duke
Are all the rest like this?

1. Master.
No, my good Lord.
You see, this Drab swells with a wanton reyne,
The next that enters has a different straine.

Duke
Variety is good, let's see the rest.

Exit Master.
Bots.
Your Grace sees I'm sound yet, & no Bullets hit me.

Duke
Come off so, and 'tis well.

Omnes.
Here's the second Messe.