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Scene VI.
Pol-marten. Awdrey. Tub. Lady. Preamble. Turfe. D. Turfe. Clay.Lad.
After the hoping of your pardon, Madam,
For many faults committed. Here my wife,
And I doe stand, expecting your mild doome.
Lad.
I wish thee joy Pol-marten; and thy wife:
As much, Mrs. Pol-marten. Thou hast trick'd her
Vp very fine, me thinkes.
Pol.
For that I made
Bold with your Ladiships Wardrobe, but have trespass'd
Within the limits of your leave—I hope.
Lad.
I give her what she weares. I know all women
Love to be fine. Thou hast deserv'd it of me:
I am extreamely pleas'd with thy good fortune.
Welcome good Justice Preamble; And Turfe,
Looke merrily on your Daughter: She has married
A Gentleman.
Tur.
So methinkes; I dare not touch her
She is so fine: yet I will say, God blesse her.
D. Tur.
And I too, my fine Daughter. I could love her
Now, twice as well, as if Clay had her.
Tub.
Come, come, my Mother is pleas'd. I pardon all,
Pol-marten in, and waite upon my Lady.
Welcome good Ghests: see supper be serv'd in,
With all the plenty of the house, and worship.
I must conferre with Mr. In-and-In,
About some alterations in my Masque;
Send Hilts out to me: Bid him bring the Councell
Of Finsbury hither. Ile have such a night
Shall make the name of Totten-Court immortall:
And be recorded to posterity.
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