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SCENE I.

A Chamber: Goosecap is discover'd, seated at a Table, leaning upon his Arm, in a pensive Manner.
Sure never mortal, at my age,
Was such a buzzard, such a calf:
A man whom years should render sage!
I know not which, to cry or laugh.
In love at sixty-six!
Oons! infamy should fix
A brand on the crime:
Is threescore a time,
For beginning boyish tricks?
Betty!—This is wond'rous civil.
Betty!—How now! What the devil!
Will she come, or will she not?
No; she never heeds a jot,
When I call, how long I wait:
Well, I must submit to fate:
I took her for my maid, but she
Resolves she will my mistress be.