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Sce. 8.
Merda. Stipes. Anteros.Merd.
Good-hony-sweet-sugercandy Father, forgiue mee
but this time, and if euer I doe so any more, I'le neuer bee seene
neither hyde, or hayre againe.
Stip.
Ho, ho, oho, ho a great lob, stand vp.
I doe forgiue you, but on this condition, that for your penance
you shall weare this rod, stucke at your backe till night.
Mer.
With all my heart good Father sticke it on.
Stip.
So: how doest thou like my man Chuckin? goe to,
looke on him well.
Merd.
Does hee come a wooing Father? if hee does, I'le
[She offers to run into the house. Hee puls her backe with his hooke.]
Stip.
Whither now you great baggage? You'l come againe?
But stay am not I an old foole? an old dotardly foole, that haue
not enquir'd what my man can doe yet? Ieoffry.—
Mer.
Is his name Ieoffry? Father, good father doe, pray you
father let him dwell with vs, you know you promis'd me, that
you would hire a man, and buy him a Cloake, that he might goe
before mee as they doe before Gentlefolkes daughters, when my
new gowne was made, I that you did, so marry did you.
Ant.
What haue wee now to doe?
Stip.
Peace and catch a mouse.
Mer.
There's claglocks enow 'ith house to make him a cloak
Sweete—hony—sugar—comfit father let him.
Stip.
No more. Ieoffry, how now you sloutch? how doe
you stand? Come hither, goe to, goe to, did you euer weare a
cloake in your life? answer mee roundly.
Ant.
No not I, I can't tell how.
Stip.
Ah beggars brat! how now? but I must haue you
learne, that you may man your young Mistris there sometimes.
Come on let mee, see how finely you can doe the feat, walke before
her, follow him daughter.
[Hee walkes, Merda stayes behind, tying her shoe.]
Ant.
Here's a sweete office!
Stip.
You great lobcocke you.
[Hee beats him.]
Ile teach you to looke behind you, to see whether your
charge followes, or no, what? would you bee gadding without
your charge?
Ant.
I, am I arriu'd at this?—whoffer did you strike one?
Stip.
Doe you prate too? looke you here, marke but mee, I
haue seene the day, when I could haue stinged it before my sweet
heart.—short and thicke cittizen like, you maukin, what? two acres
breadth at a stride? I, I by'r Lady; Ile cut you short in smock-timber,
for this minion; is your smock so wide, with a murren
to you? short and thick cittizen like: how now?
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