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Sce. 4.
Enter Cœlia, Sr Oliver Youngloue, Penelope, Sebastian & Clerimont rageing.Cler:
Why doe you laugh so friend?
Seb:
Ha! ha! ha! she bears it brauely like her self, she
will not look on me but with a frown.
Cler:
S' death! are they glued together? What hath the
rogue my Brother done? J allways fear'd his narrow conscience
would not stretch to cheat my Father: J know not whome to
curse first; either my Father that hath the good fortune, or
my brother that gaue it him, or my self that was the cause
he had the power to giue it, or this asse that grins and shews
his teeth: ô my eyes, this sight is pinns and needles to me.
Sr Oli:
O divine Fortuneteller! how true are thy words yet.
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How like you Sir these arms, will they not charm
you a sleep sweetly.
Seb:
There was a bob; pretty little rouge
How she doth flout him with her flatteries
That bare a double sence, her meaning is,
All the delight her arms can bring unto him
Js but to charm him into sleep, yes, yes
His last, a plaine jeer unto his weaknesse.
Mark to how scurvily she looks on me: ha! ha! ha!
Pen:
Nay J allwaies said the old Knight would carry thee
away, thou didst look so grauely.
Cler:
He must haue better legs then, better brains
(Aside)
Sebastian hear me but one word pray.
Seb:
Away, away, what art thou a fool to?
Why dost not laugh? J shall not think thee wise
Untill thou laugh.
Cler:
Laugh? what object is there
Here of mirth but thy owne self?
Seb:
Ha! ha! ha! nay nay laugh at me.
J am the fool you'l find it in the end.
Cœl:
To morrow, let to morrow be the day
We will no longer loue defer our joies.
Sr Oliv:
Withall my heart, hem! so, methinks J am
As sprightfull now as when J got young Clerimont,
What art thou here my boy? J saw thee not.
Tell me how lik'st thou thy faire Mother in Law?
Cler:
She were better be in hell then e're enjoy you Sr.
Sr Oli:
Ha? what sayst thou?
Cler:
J like it well you are so neer your joy Sr.
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O J belieue thee louing Clerimont,
How J was cozen'd in thy disposition
J haue a long tale to tell thee will fetch
Tears from those eyes, but now we must not weep,
Antonio's mad; but J must please my wife.
Cler:
Yes, J beleeue he is, madder then thou art
Or he that simpers yonder at his losse,
That sage Philosopher that laughs upon
The world which way so e're it goes, fine fool;
How it becomes the puppy; well J'le goe
And be reveng'd upon Antonio.
Exit.
Sr Oli:
J streight will send thee my conveighances,
Make thee a joynture Lady to thy mind
Thou canst not haue to much dirt, paltrey dirt
We will not stand upon it.
Cœl:
J doe hope
We shall haue you Sir at my wedding.
Seb:
Yes Lady;
J shall burst with wonder at her craft
Another bob as J liue and palpable;
J wonder he doth not understand he's guld,
J hope J shall haue you Sir at my wedding;
Doth she not tender her own self unto me?
And tell the old coxcomb to his teeth
She'le haue me: and see he kisses her
For cozning him.
Sr Oli:
Come Lady let us goe in.
Exe. Cœl. Sr Oliv:
Pen:
My sister Sr is quite undone, unles
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Seb:
Why now the mask is off
They did not speak till now, this is language.
Pen:
Well Sr J must stand you in some pleasure
This night e're ten, but J could wish it more
How er'e remember her that keeps the door.
Seb:
J will; and this in earnest before hand,
(kisses)
Jt shall be doubled then.
Pen:
J had almost lost
Part of my errand.
Seb:
This but a trick
To beg the other kisse, that's all thy errand.
Pen:
My businesse is to charg you in her name
That soon as break of day cuts of your sport,
Streight in the glim'ring light and doubtfull morn
You leaue your bed; and with your consort vaild
Repaire to th'temple, and there saue her fame
That prizes nothing 'boue a honest name.
Seb:
J were a Villaine if J should refuse it;
T'is seal'd upon thy lips till soone.
Pen:
J then expect better impression.
Exeunt.
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