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The fourth Motion.
Hil.Ha' Peace.
Loud Musick.
Med.
The Lawes, who have a noose to crack his neck,
As Justice Bramble tels him, who doth peck
A hundreth pound out of his purse, that comes
Like his teeth from him, unto Captaine Thum's.
Thum's is the Vicar in a false disguise:
And employes Metaphore, to fetch this prize.
Who tels the secret unto Basket-Hilts,
For feare of beating. This the Squire quilts
Within his Cap; and bids him but purloine
The wench for him: they two shall share the coine.
Which the sage Lady in her 'foresaid Gowne
Breaks off, returning unto Kentish-Towne,
To seeke her Wispe; taking the Squire along,
Who finds Clay Iohn, as hidden in straw throng.
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O, how am I beholden to the Inventer,
That would not, on record against me enter!
My slacknesse here, to enter in the barne,
Well In-and-In, I see thou canst discerne!
Tub.
On with your last, and come to a Conclusion.
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