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The third Motion.
Hil.
Ha' peace.
Loud musick.
Med.
The carefull Constable, here drooping comes,
In his deluded search, of Captaine Thum's.
Puppy brings word, his Daughter's run away.
With the tall Serving-man. He frights Groome Clay,
Out of his wits. Returneth then the Squire,
Mocks all their paines, and gives Fame out a Lyar:
For falsely charging Clay, when 'twas the plot,
Of subtile Bramble, who had Awdrey got,
Into his hand, by this winding device.
The Father makes a reskue in a trice:
And with his Daughter, like Saint George on foot,
Comes home triumphing, to his deare Hart root.
And tell's the Lady Tub, whom he meets there,
Of her sonnes courtesies, the Batchelor.
Whose words had made 'hem fall the Huy and Cry.
When Captaine Thum's comming to aske him, why
He had so done? He cannot yeeld him cause:
But so he runs his neck into the Lawes.
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