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The Rivall Friends | ||
Scen. 10.
Anteros, Merda, two Rusticall Servants, 2. Ancillæ, Fidlers.2 Rust.
But strike it out, we burne day-light.
Merd.
Ah the Lord! but where's our Ieoffrey?
1 Anc.
Cuds me! I doubt the great clowne's run away.
2 Anc.
Whoo! hee's got up into the tree there.
1 Rust.
Where? where? oh cuds wowkers & swowkers, I haue
him by the leg: Robin, helpe here Robin.
Ant.
What a murren
ayles you? can't you let one alone?
2 Rust.
Come, come, you
must needs daunce, we want one.
Ant.
Can't daunce.
2 Anc.
Can't you daunce, my little shamefac'd one?
Can you kisse a pretty wench in a corner?
Ant.
Let one alone, I can't I tell you, I won't daunce.
1 Rust.
I but you shall sirrah, in spite of your teeth.
Ant.
Pish, 'won't daunce.
1 Anc.
Come Merda, you must
entreat him, hee'l daunce with you I know.
Mer.
Prithee now
Ieoffrey doe, prithee now good Ieoffrey doe, wu'd I might ne're
stir law, if I don't make you a bisning posset, with a great lumpe
of hony in't, when my father and mother bee gone to bed, if you
will.
Ant.
Pish I can't daunce.
1 Rust.
Come let the great foole alone, wee'l dance our selues.
Mer.
Prithee now Ieoffrey.
Ant.
What shall I say? you'l laugh at one.
Mer.
Wu'd I was whipt if I doe.
1 Anc.
Besworne I won't.
2 Anc.
Nor I on my mayden-head.
Ant.
Come on then, since there is no remedy.
they daunce
2 Rust.
Hi, now every one kisse his marrow.
Ant.
I ne're was miserable 'till now
Merda wipes her mouth, and expects
Mer.
Ieoffrey, Ieoffrey.
2 Anc.
Why don't you kisse your marrow?
Ant.
I won't, I can't kisse.
1 Rust.
No can't? wee'l trie that: Robin, hold his tother
arme fast: so, so, now Merda, now, well sayd, againe, againe;
why so then.
They all laugh.
They liue in Paradise that thrash.
1 Anc.
Tihy.
2 Anc.
Tihy, Robin, come hither.
Ante.
Those happy Paracelsians are in heauen,
That trade by night i'th mineralls of the citie.
2 Anc.
What doe you meane to fight Merda?
Merd.
Ay-me—I forgot the rod.
They laugh.
1 Anc.
Fie, why doe you blush so Merda?
Shee throws it away.
Merd.
I don't blush, you are a lyer.
1 Rust.
Fie upon you Merda, a great mayden, and blush.
Merd.
Aw, but you lye though, I did not blush, I won't
daunce no more with you.
2 Rust.
O by any meanes doe not forsake us yet, one daunce
more; who was it that said shee blush'd? shee did not blush, I
know she scornes to blush; come take your Ieoffrey by the hand
againe.
Ant.
I'm weary, I can't daunce no more.
1 Rust.
Weary? faith I'de squiffe it; weary? about with it
I say.
They daunce againe.
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