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Scene I.

Keepe. Placentia. Pleasance.
Kee.
Sweet Mistris, pray you be merry: you are sure
To have a husband now.

Pla.
I, if the store
Hurt not the choise.

Ple.
Store is no sore, young Mistris,
My mother is wont to say.

Keep.
And shee'l say wisely,
As any mouth i' the Parish. Fixe on one,
Fixe upon one, good Mistris.

Pla.
At this call, too,
Here's Mr. Practise, who is call'd to the Bench
Of purpose.

Kee.
Yes, and by my Ladies meanes—

Ple.
'Tis thought to be the man.

Kee.
A Lawyers wife.

Ple.
And a fine Lawyers wife.

Kee.
Is a brave calling.

Ple.
Sweet Mistris Practise!

Kee.
Gentle Mistris Practise!

Ple.
Faire, open Mistris Practise!

Kee.
I, and close,
And cunning Mrs. Practise!

Pla.
I not like that,
The Courtiers is the neater calling.

Ple.
Yes,
My Lady Silke-worme.

Kee.
And to shine in Plush.

Ple.
Like a young night Crow, a Diaphanous Silkeworme.

Kee.
Lady Diaphanous sounds most delicate!

Ple.
Which would you choose, now Mistris?

Pla.
Cannot tell.
The copie does confound one.

Ple.
Here's my Mother.