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Scene IV.
Puppy. Metaphore. Awdrey.
Pup.
You see wee trust you, Mr. Metaphore,
With Mrs. Awdrey: pray you use her well,
As a Gentle-woman should be us'd. For my part,
I doe incline a little to the serving-man;
Wee have beene of a coat—I had one like yours:
Till it did play me such a sleevelesse errand,
As I had nothing where to put mine armes in,
And then I threw it off. Pray you goe before her,
Serving-man-like: and see that your nose drop not.
As for example; you shall see me: marke,
How I goe afore her. So doe you: sweet Miles,
She for her owne part, is a woman cares not
What man can doe unto her, in the way
Of honesty, and good manners. So farewell
Faire Mrs. Awdrey: Farewell Mr. Miles.
I ha' brought you thus farre, onward o' your way:
I must goe back now to make cleane the roomes,
Where my good Lady has beene. Pray you commend mee
To Bride-groome Clay; and bid him beare up stiffe.
Met.
Thanke you good Hanniball Puppy; I shall fit
The leg of your commands, with the straight buskins
Of dispatch presently.
Pup.
Farewell fine Metaphore.
Met.
Come gentle Mistris, will you please to walke?
Awd.
I love not to be led: I'd goe alone.
Met.
Let not the mouse of my good meaning, Lady,
Be snap'd up in the trap of your suspition,
To loose the taile there, either of her truth,
Or swallow'd by the Cat of misconstruction.
Awd.
You are too sinicall for me; speake plaine Sir.
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