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Scene I.
Chaire. Needle. Keepe.Cha.
Stay Mr. Needle, you doe prick too fast
Vpo' the busines: I must take some breath:
Lend me my stoole, you ha' drawne a stitch upon me,
In faith, sonne Needle, with your haste.
Nee.
Good Mother, peice up this breach; Ile gi' you a new Gowne,
A new silke-Grogoran Gowne. Ile do't Mother.
Kee.
What 'll you doe? you ha' done too much already
With your prick-seame, and through-stitch. Mr. Needle,
I pray you sit not fabling here old tales,
Good Mother Chaire, the Mid-wife, but come up.
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