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Scene 2.
Enter Barbara.Bar.
Good gentleman! he is at his prayers now,
Well fare your heart Sir; you have pray'd to purpose;
But not all night I hope. Yet sure he has,
He looks so wild for lacke of sleepe. Y'are happy sir.
Your prayers are heard, no doubt, for I'm perswaded
You have a childe got you to night.
Ioy.
Is't gone
So farre doe you thinke?
Bar.
I cannot say how farre.
Not fathome deepe I thinke. But to the scantling
Of a Child-getting, I dare well imagine.
For which, as you have pray'd, forget not sir
To thanke the Lord oth' house.
Ioy.
For getting me
A child? why I am none of his great Lordships tenants.
Nor of his followers, to keepe his Bastards.
Pray stay a little.
Bar.
I should goe tell my Lord
The newes: he longs to know how things doe passe.
Ioy.
Tell him I take it well; and thanke him.
I did before despaire of Children I.
But ile goe wi' yee, and thanke him.
Bar.
Sure his joy
Has madded him: Here's more worke for the Doctor.
Ioy.
But tell me first: were you their Bawd that speak this?
Bar.
What meane you with that Dagger?
Ioy.
Nothing I,
But play with't. Did you see the passages
Of things? I aske, were you their Bawd?
Bar.
Their Bawd?
I trust she is no Bawd, that sees, and helpes
(If need require) an ignorant lawfull paire
To doe their best.
Ioy.
Lords actions all are lawfull.
And how? and how?
Bar.
These old folkes love to heare.
Ile tell you sir—and yet I will not neither.
Ioy.
Nay, pray thee out with't.
Bar.
Sir, they went to bed.
Ioy.
To bed! well on.
Bar.
On? they were off sir yet;
And yet a good while after. They were both
So simple, that they knew not what, nor how.
For she's sir, a pure maid.
Ioy.
Who dost thou speake of?
Ile speake no more, lesse you can looke more tamely.
Ioy.
Goe bring me to 'hem then. Bawd will you goe?
Bar.
Ah—
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