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Scene 2.
Enter Theodore.The.
I would faine heare
What becomes of these two Wenches:
And if I can, I will doe 'em good.
Enter Gentleman passing over the Stage.
Doe you heare my honest friend?
He knowes no such name:
What a world of businesse,
Which by interpretation are meere nothings,
These things have here? 'Masse now I think on't better,
I wish he be not sent for one of them
To some of these by-lodgings: me thought I saw
A kinde of reference in his face to Bawderie.
Enter Gent. with a Gentlewom. passing over the Stage.
He has her, but 'tis none of them: hold fast theefe:
An excellent touzing knave. Mistris
You are to suffer your penance some half hour hence now
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Will prevaile with one of these waiting gentlewomen,
They are taken with these soluble things exceedingly;
This is some yeoman oth'bottles now that has sent for hir,
That she calls father: now woe to this Ale incence.
By your leave sir.
Enter a Servant.
Ser.
Well sir; what's your pleasure with me?
The.
You do not know the way to the maids lodgings?
Ser.
Yes indeed doe I sir.
The.
But you will not tell me?
Ser.
No indeed will not I, because you doubt it.
Exit.
Enter 2. Servant.
Th.
These are fine gim-cracks: hey, here comes another,
A Flaggon full of wine in's hand, I take it.
Well met my friend, is that wine?
2 Ser.
Yes indeed is it.
The.
Faith Ile drink on't then.
2 Ser.
Ye may, because ye have sworne sir.
The.
'Tis very good, Ile drinke a great deale now sir.
2 Ser.
I cannot helpe it sir.
The.
Ile drinke more yet.
2 Ser.
'Tis in your owne hands.
The.
There's your pot, I thank ye.
Pray let me drinke againe.
2 Ser.
Faith but ye shall not.
Now have I sworn I take it. Fare ye well sir.
Exit.
Th.
This is the fin'st place to live in I e're enterd.
Here comes a gentlewoman, & alone; Ile to her.
Enter Lady.
Madam, My Lord my Master.
Lady.
Who's your Lord sir?
The.
The Lord Boroskie, Lady.
Lady.
Pray excuse me:
Here's something for your paines: within this houre sir,
One of the choise young Ladies shall attend him:
Pray let it be in that Chamber juts out to the water;
'Tis private and convenient: doe my humble service
To my honourable good Lord, I beseech ye sir;
If it please you to visit a poore Lady—
You carrie the 'haviour of a noble Gentleman,
The.
I shall be bold.
Lady.
'Tis a good aptnesse in ye.
I lye here in the Wood-yard, the blew lodgings sir;
They call me merily the Lady of the—Sir;
A little I know what belongs to a gentleman,
And if it please you take the paines.
Exit.
The.
Deare Lady, take the paines?
Why a horse would not take the pains that thou requir'st now,
To cleave old crab-tree? one of the choise yong Ladies:
I would I had let this Bawd goe, she has frighted me;
I am cruelly afraid of one of my Tribe now;
But if they will doe, the devill cannot stop 'em.
Why should he have a young Lady? are women now
Oth' nature of Bottles, to be stopt with Corks?
O the thousand little furies that flye here now?
How now Captaine?
Enter Putskie.
Puts.
I come to seek you out sir,
And all the Town I have travell'd.
The.
What's the newes man?
Puts.
That that concernes us all, and very neerely:
The Duke this night holds a great feast at Court,
To which he bids for guests all his old Counsellors,
And all his favourites: your Father's sent for.
The.
Why he is neither in conncell, nor in favour.
Pu.
Thats it: have an eye now, or never, & a quick one,
An eye that must not wink from good intelligence.
I heard a Bird sing; they mean him no good office.
The.
Art sure he sups here?
Enter Ancient.
Puts.
Sure as 'tis day.
The.
'Tis like then:
How now, where hast thou been Ancient?
Anc.
Measuring the City:
I have left my Brooms at gate here;
By this time the Porter has stole 'em to sweep out rascals.
Theod.
Brooms?
An.
I have been crying Brooms all the towne over,
And such a Mart I have made, there's no trade neare it.
O the young handsome wenches, how they twitter'd,
When they but saw me shake my ware, and sing too;
Come hither Master Broom-man I beseech ye:
Good Master Broom-man hither cries another.
The.
Thou art a mad fellow.
An.
They are all as mad as I: they all have trades now,
And roare about the streets like Bull-beggers.
The.
What company of souldiers are they?
Anc.
By this meanes I have gather'd
Above a thousand tall and hardy souldiers,
If need be Colonell.
The.
That need's come Ancient,
And 'twas discreetly done: goe, draw 'em presently,
But without suspition: this night we shall need 'em;
Let 'em be neare the Court, let Putskie guide 'em;
And wait me for occasion: here Ile stay still.
Puts.
If it fall out we are ready; if not we are scatter'd:
Ile wait ye at an inch.
The.
Doe, farewell.
Exeunt.
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