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Scene II.
Polish. Pleasance. Chaire. Placentia. Keepe.Pol.
O! gi' you joy Madamoiselle Compasse!
You are his Whirle-poole now: all to be married,
Against your Mothers leave, and without counsell!
H'has fish'd faire, and caught a Frog, I feare it.
What fortune ha' you to bring him in dower?
You can tell stories now: you know a world
Of secrets to discover.
Ple.
I know nothing
But what is told me; nor can I discover
Any thing.
Pol.
No, you shall not, Ile take order.
Goe, get you in there: It is Ember-weeke!
Ile keepe you fasting from his flesh a while.
Cha.
See, who's here? she 'has beene with my Lady; who kist her, all to kist her, twice or thrice.
Nee.
And call'd her Neice againe, and view'd her Linnen.
Pol.
You ha' done a Miracle, Mother Chaire.
Cha.
Not I,
My Cawdle has done it. Thanke my Cawdle heartily.
Pol.
It shall be thank'd, and you too, wisest Mother;
You shall have a new, brave, foure-pound Beaver hat,
Set with enamell'd studs, as mine is here:
And a right paire of Cristall Spectacles,
Cristall o'th' Rock, thou mighty Mother of Dames,
Hung in an Ivory Case, at a gold Belt,
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Before your fiftie Daughters in procession
To Church, or from the Church.
Cha.
Thankes Mrs. Polish.
Kee.
She does deserve as many pensions,
As there be peeces in a—Maiden-head;
Were I a Prince to give 'hem.
Pol.
Come sweet Charge,
You shall present your selfe about the house, be confident, and beare up;
you shall be seene.
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