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Act. III.
Scœn. 1.
Enter Matchil, Rachel, between Erasmus and Valentine.Eras.
Good Mr. Matchil.
Val.
Mystris, be not so violent.
Ra.
Ha.
Mat.
I'll rather run my Countrey, Gentlemen, then
endure her.
Ra.
You were best to kill her then, and then you'll
have no other course to take, unlesse you stay and be-hang'd.
I'le make thee glad to flie first.
Ra.
From my house and husband shall I? from my
possessions shall I? And leave you all to spend in riot
shall I? No sir, I'le stay and spend my share if you go
to that, that will I. And make all flie as well as you, and
you go to that, that will I, ha.
Mat.
Whoop, whow.
Er.
Nay, fie be not so loud.
Mat.
What didst thou bring thou drudge thou.
Ra.
That which you were content to drudge withal,
I am too sure o' that. The drudge you speak of is no
worse then your own wife, I am too sure o'that.
Mat.
I know not what to say to her.
Ra.
Did you not say for better, for worse? And if
'twere worse then 'tis, 'twere all too good for you. And
that I hope I shall finde some good Friend to
know.
Val.
That I like well, I'le be her first man.
Ra.
I trust you have found the drudge to be a woman
fit to content a man, and if you grant not that, some
better man perhaps shall be a Judge, betwixt you and
the drudge.
Val.
Better still.
Mat.
She threatens hornes, I think.
Ra.
Hornes. I think, you said. If 'twere so 'twere
too good for you. Cannot your own wife content
you, ha?
Val.
She holds up that point stoutly.
Ra.
That shall be tri'd.
Mat.
O for an expert Chyrurgion now to cast her
in a dead sleep, and geld her.
Er.
Introth you will be both sorry, when your
passion gives but least way to your understandings.
Mr. Matchil, let me perswade with you.
Mat.
Never unlesse you bring her on her knees, to
crave forgivenesse at my foot.
If you but yield an inch he treads upon your
neck, I will not give an under spur-leather for you.
But bear it out bravely, and I'll be your servant.
Er.
Mrs. Matchil.
Ra.
Mrs. Match-ill indeed, to be so match't.
Mat.
So match't how match't? what from the hurden
smock with lockram upper-bodies, and hempen
sheets, to weare and sleep in Holland, and from the
dripping-pan to eat in silver, ha. Do you repine at
your Match, ha. Is wealth contemptible to you?
Ra.
I was better content in my povertie. I have
not been my selfe, Gentlemen, since he married
me.
Mas.
You may be poor again as soon as you please,
the door is open, depart at your pleasure; you know
the way to your old Aunt the Apple-woman, at Hockly-hole.
Take your knitting Needles again, and live
with her, go.
Ra.
No sir, I'll stay with you, and make you as poor
before I have done wi' ye, as I was before you
had me Gent. I shall not be my self till then.
Mat.
The devil you shall. Was ever such a crooked
condltion crept into a thing like woman?
Val.
Yet this sir, is the rare piece of obedience
You boasted of, and said you would defie
The devil to dishonest her, I am sorry
Your judgement led you into such an errour,
Already she's my Mystresse.
Mat.
Is she so?
Ra.
Yes, and I'le call him servant, Gentlewomen
use it.
Val.
Do so, Mystresse.
Mat.
If she, sir, be your Mystresse, Then am I
Your Master-in-law, out of my house I charge you.
Er.
Doest thou conspire to grieve him?
Val.
Troth, sir, I did but jest. You have my pity.
All are not times for Jest, friend Valentine.
Mat.
O my affliction!
[She looks in her Watch.
Er.
Have a little patience, sir.
While I talk calmly with her.
Mat.
Leave me then
A while unto my thoughts. Go into the house.
Ra.
Pray servant help me here a little. Do so
much
Val.
Her Jack! she's in the Kitchin still.
A pretty Watch this, Mystresse, what did you pay for't.
Ra.
Nothing, my husband ga't me.
Val.
Pity the Spring is broke, but I can get it
mended.
Ra.
Good servant take it with you than to the Jackmakers,
I would say, the Watch-makers. Come
Gentlemen, shall we have a crash at cards?
Er.
With all my heart. What is your game?
Ra.
I can play a many old games. One and thirty
bone-ace, Tickle me quicklie, and my Ladies hole, and
sichie. But you shall teach me new ones, though I lose
money for my learning, Gleek and Primero, Gresco
saut, primofistula, I know all by hear-say. Come let
us have a bout at somewhat. I have money enough.
Val.
And I'le make shift to ease you of some on't.
Ex. three.
Mat.
Affliction on affliction hourely findes me,
And layes me on the Rack, tearing my heart
Like greedie vultures, O my heart, this heart
That I so long suppos'd impenetrable
By all the darts of sorrow, is now transfixt,
Shot through and through with torments, and by this.
My sons untimely death, my daughters losse.
My Sisters follies, and my Brothers vices.
My servants falshood, and the jeers of strangers
Now wound me all at once; and all through this
Predominant blow, pull'd on me by mine own
Impetuous rashnesse. Let me here consider,
While my hearts torture keeps my soule awake,
The moving cause of all these ill effects.
Mine own unbridled wilde affections.
Scorne of example, and contempt of counsel.
I cannot but observe withal, how just,
A judgement follows mine own wilful acts,
In the same kinde of doing ills for ills.
For my lost sonne, I rashly wrought revenge
Upon an innocent Girle; and with her
Have lost mine own; and for th'unmanly joy
I took in one wives death, because a Shrew.
(Though otherwise vertuous) I am in another
Trebly tormented; not alone with noise,
But with a feare of unchaste purposes,
Which if they come to act, my purse must pay for.
I see my faults, and feel the punishments.
And rather then stand out in my defence
T'enjoy some peace, I will endure some sorrow
And beare it civilly. Within there.
Enter Servant.
Ser.
Sir.
Mat.
Go call your Mystresse, pray her to come alone.
Ex. Ser.
My resolution brings me yet some ease:
Men that are borne to serve, must seek to please.
Mat.
Rachel.
Ra.
Your pleasure quickly, I have left
My company, my servant, and my friend yond,
Sawing against one another at Corne the Caster; till I
come to 'hem.
Mat.
And then all three to In and In, is't so?
Ra.
My servant, and my friend and I are e'ne all
one.
They are the goodest Gentlemen, the best company.
Mat.
Your servant and your friend.
Ra.
Yes, and my servant playes for me now in my
absence, as farre as ten pieces go, that I left him.
My plow goes there, though I am here.
Mat.
Your plow makes vile baulkes of my money the
while.
Ra.
I am not so ill a huswife as you imagine. And
my friend, and my servant have promis'd to carry me
abroad, to this town, and to that town, and tother
town, and whow, I know not whither. And my servant
will have me to Hide-Park, he sayes, to see and to
shew all, as well as the brave Gallants.
Mat.
This is gallant indeed.
Ra.
And my friend will carry me to a whatdeecall, a
new Academy, where I shall see the rarest musick and
dancing, he sayes, and learn the finest Complements.
and other courtly qualities that are to be had for money,
and such instructions for the newest fashions
Mat.
She will flie to the devil for fashions sake. Pray
stay a little, and let me talk calmely with you. You
have almost broke my heart.
Ra.
But not altogether, I hope. I would not win so
great a game, without some sport in playing it.
Mat.
Hear me.
But to try masterie, and the disease
Being so general among all women,
Is in you therefore more excusable.
Ra.
O, are you coming?
Mat.
Hear what I will say to you.
And finde in that a husbands good affection.
I love my peace, and would preserve my honour,
Both which are in your breasts to save or spoil.
Ra.
And can you think the way to purchase peace
Is by a war with me? hah, you are cozen'd.
Do you think your domineering looks, or noise,
Or blowes, can fright me into quietnesse,
Or that you shall have honour by abasing
Your wife?
Mat.
You will not understand me.
Ra.
Hah.
Mat.
Though I love peace, and would preserve my
honour.
So us'd to thraldome) But the world, the world
Is such a Talker.—
Ra.
I have found the man.
Mat.
There I would save a reputation.
Ra.
He's loth to bring it out; I'le close w'ye.
You'll be content so, I will suffer you
To bear a loud command o're me in publick,
That I shall carrie it in private. Is't not so?
Mat.
Truly wife, yes.
Ra.
You'll give me leave to beat you
In private then.
Mat.
Nay, we'll bar blowes at all times.
Ra.
But if I chance to give you a rap or two,
Or now and then a nip, and you strike me
Again, I'le strike you some way else, as you
Would not be struck. And so observe my carriage.
Enter Erasmus, Valentine.
Er.
O, here they are.
Val.
And not by the eares: that's wonderful.
Ra.
Sir, I perceive my errour, and repent it.
Promising you in all my after life,
To be a faithful and obedient wife.
Val.
He has fetch't her about, it seems.
Mat.
Grammercy Rachel, binde it with a kisse.
[Kisse.
Er.
And thus it should be.
Mat.
Gentlemen, have ye found us?
Er.
With joy to see this reconciliation.
Mat.
Thus shall ye see it ever, Gentlemen.
I knew she would yield, or I should make her heart ake.
What were a husband, if he were not Master?
Val.
You have wonne the field, it seems, yet I may hope
I have not lost a Mystresse.
Er.
Nor I a friend.
Mat.
In a faire way, Gentlemen, I shall
Abridge her of no courtly priviledge.
But no more haytie twaytie tricks, I charge you.
She shall not jaunt to this nor that town with you.
(I thank you for your care) nor to Hide-Park.
Nor to the Academy you tell her of, without my leave.
Val.
And do you say so Mystresse?
Ra.
Truly yes.
I am no such woman as you took me for,
With Mr. Matchils leave you may be welcome
Home to his house in good and seemly sort.
But pray expect no further entertainment
Then he shall well allow of.
I have lost her.
Er.
This change is admirable.
Mat.
Why do you admire it
Is she not mine? how could you think she durst
Stand out in her rebellion? although the devil
Who soothes all Upstarts dispositions
Into an over-weening of themselves.
Possest her for a time, had not I power
And vertue do you think to conjure him out?
What have I studied for, think you, e're since
My last wife di'd, but how to rule the next?
Go get you in, there's something in the house
Worth looking after.
Er.
I be sworn, he frights her.
Ra.
Would I had you within to perform covenants.
Mat.
What do you grow rebellious again.
Why stir you not else, ha? prithee Sweetheart
Respect my dignity, or only seem to do it.
Ra.
Yes, I will only seem to do it.
Val.
He makes her tremble.
Ra.
Gentlemen, I must about my house-affaires.
So, I take my leave.
Er., Val.
Good Mrs. Matchil.
Mat.
Aha.
Ra.
And Mr. Matchil, at your own good pleasure.
[Curt'sie.
Having in private something to impart to you,
I would entreat your presence.
Mat.
Well, Anon, anon.
Ra.
Your eare before I go good Mr. Matchil.
[Curt'sie, Pinch.
Val.
H' has brought her to her servile old obedience.
Mat.
O—oh.
Ra.
That is a private touch, sir, of the businesse.
Mat.
Pox of your Lobster-claws. There waanip!
It will be worth consideration, sir.
Mat.
Well, Ile come to you presently.
Ra.
I humbly take my leave.
Ex.
Er.
Any ill newes that you change colour so?
Mat.
No, nothing, nothing but a womanish feare.
Val.
Well, you are a happy man that have o'recom
her.
Mat.
You know not me yet Gentlemen, I know a
word in private would do it.
Val.
Yet she desires to have you again in private.
Mat.
'Tis her abundant love, and pure obedience.
Er.
She comes again.
Enter Rachel.
Ra.
Since y'are not yet dispos'd to enter, sir.
One word more, Mr. Matchil, if you please.
[curt'sie.
Mat.
Oh,—I understand you. Go, I'le follow
you.
Ra.
Again, I take my leave.
Ex.
Mat.
I must weare Lantern-hornes upon mine arms,
If she use this. Well, Gentlemen, at your own time
Lets see yee. My Rach. shall make you welcome,
And for me, you know me, I will still be Master.—
Enter Rachel.
I come, I come, I come. So, farewel Gentlemen.
Ex.
Val.
Ha, do you run?
Er.
What doest thou think of this?
Val.
I'le lay all the tricks I have against his brags.
She masters him in private, and that all
This shew of her obedience is dissembled.
My hope revives again; we must abroad with her.
You told her of, I understand not that yet.
Er.
Nor have I seen it, but we both will shortlie.
'Tis but of two or three dayes standing yet.
Val.
Where is it? who are the Professours,
And what the Arts?
Er.
I'le tell thee all I know.
It carries a love-sound; but I am told
It is but private lodgings kept by
Both men and women, as I am inform'd, after the French manner.
That professe Musick, Dancing, Fashion, Complement.—
Val.
And no drabbing?
Er.
A little perhaps in private.
But guesse now in whose house all this.
Val.
I cannot.
Er.
Even in your City-Mystresses, that lends you
Money so freely.
Val.
Who Camelion?
Er.
Yes sir, I doubt, your borrowing of the wife
Has broke the husband, put 'hem off their trade,
And now they seek new wayes to live by projects.
Val.
And could you keep this from me all this
while,
Er.
But not without me, good Val. We'll finde a
time.
Ex.
Scœn. 2.
Enter Camelion and Hannah.Cam.
Cock, I protest Cock, I commend thy course
Thou hast taken in brave Lodgers, gallant Guests,
Guests o'th' Game Cock; and my house is counted
A house of quality and recreation, Cock,
Sbobs Cock, I know thou wouldest not have it otherwise
For all the wealth i'th' Exchange.
Han.
But Rafe you care not
What people say, so I bring you in profit.
Cam.
Not I, not I, my little Cocksie Nansie,
Not I, pish, Hony soit qui maly pense.
Han.
Some do not stick to say, I know what's what,
And that our house is no better then it should be.
Cam.
Pish, Hony soit agen, i'th' very teeth of 'hem,
Let 'hem all say what they will. Dainty come thou to me.
Han.
But I know what I know, and that our house is
Better then it should be, if some of them
Had but the keeping of it, that speak so ill on't.
And that the Gentlewomen in our house
Are well-condition'd, and as chaste as courteous.
And if you saw, (as they desire I should
See all betwixt their great Resorts and them)
You'd be in love with their sweet way of living.
Then for their dancing, 'tis so neat and graceful.
See 'hem anon at practice.
Cam.
Not I, Cock, I'le see nothing.
I will not leave one ducking pond, for ten dancing schooles.
Yet I can dance, and love it: you know that Cock.
And though you are a Gentlewoman borne,
You took me for my legs, not for my armes.
Is not that a good Jest, Cock. Sbobs 'twas out before
I was aware. Here comes their father.
Enter Strigood, Cash, disguiz'd in bravery.
Cam.
It seems he has brought in some new scholar.
Where are my daughters, Landlady.
Han.
Close in their chamber, sir.
Stri.
Are none of our Academicks come yet?
Han.
Not any, sir.
Stri.
I look for some anon
Pray bid the Girles come down
To practise.
Han.
Yes, sir.
Ex.
Cam.
Sir, when I was a Batchelour, I practis'd,
Dauncing sometimes.
Stri.
Indeed, good Landlord?
Cam.
And maugre wedlock, I have something left
Yet in these legs, that can expresse at least
Love to the quality.
Stri.
That shall not be lost,
If I can further it.
Cam.
I saw last night
Your new French daunce of three, what call you it?
Stri.
O the Tresboun.
Cam.
I think I could make one in't.
Stri.
This Gentleman's another, call the Musick.
I'le try what you can do.
Ex. Cam.
Cash, Thou art welcom, I am glad I met thee.
Cash.
But that you had foreknowledge of my habit,
And seen it in my out-leaps, as you call 'hem,
I might ha' past. But you in this disguise,
None but the devil himself that is your Inmate,
And lodges with you in it, could have known you.
Sure he devis'd it.
Stri.
No, you are short.
I learn't it of a Jesuite.
And 'twas but easie: shaving of my old
Gray haire and beard off; clapping on this perrule
After the fashion; having but few wrinkles.
(For which I thank my Batchelourship, I passe
For a brisk youth. But for my Hannibal eye here. And
by my brothers
Vpon my stock of wit, slight and activity,
With nimble braine, quick hands, and aery heels, as he told me, ha!
Cash.
He could not think you would have stolne his
daughter to ha' set up withal.
Stri.
But now I care not
What the wretch thinks, so he discovers nothing,
I dare trust thee Cash, partly on thy Oath
Which I have ta'ne you know: but more respectively
Upon your fourty pieces here, friend Cash,
Which I have also ta'ne: but most of all
For that I know you dare not make discovery,
For feare of Little-ease. That were a prison
Too fearful for such bravery to stoop into.
Cash.
That keeps me still in awe. 'Tis well you
know it.
That I am run away.
Enter Camelion.
Cam.
The Musick's ready, sir.
Stri.
Play then,—the Tresboun.
Daunce.
Stri.
'Twas very well done, Landlord, I protest
I love your house the better for your quality.
Cam.
But if you saw me at the ducking pond,
Me and my Trull.
Stri.
Your Trull?
Cam.
I mean, my bitch, sir.
O she would ravish you.
Stri.
Some other time.
Here comes your wife. The newes good Landlady?
Han.
Newes out of France, your fame is spread abroad.
Stri.
How out of France?
Han.
Two young French Gentlemen.
New come ashore, the daintiest sweetest Gentlemen
That e're I saw (now you'll be jealous Rafe)
Cam.
Not I.
Han.
Are come to lodge here, having heard
It seems, that you professe French qualities.
And instantly desire to be acquainted
With you and your sweet company.
Stri.
Can they speak English?
Han.
One very well: and the tother can say
Tree Fransh crown for two English kisse already,
Now be jealous Rafe.
Cam.
Pish, Hony soit qui maly pense.
Stri.
You can speak French, Landlord.
Cam.
So much as you have heard, not one word
more.
I leave you.
Han.
Will you not see the Gallants Rafe?
Cam.
Not I, I wo'nt be jealous Cock, and so!
By the Back-door to the ducking pond, I go.
Ex.
Stri.
Enter then Landlady, where be these Girles?
Han.
Here they are come.
Ex.
Enter Joyce, Gabriella.
Stri.
Stand aside Cash, and be not yet discovered.
Now Ladies, how do y'like your way of living?
I do not like it Uncle.
Gab.
Troth, nor I sir.
Joy.
We eat and lodge well; and we weare good
cloathes.
But what we suffer in our reputation
Abroad, is dangerously doubtful.
Stri.
So, so.
Gab.
Here we are view'd and review'd by all commers.
Courted and tempted too, and though w'are safe
In our chaste thoughts, the impious world may say,
We are set out to common sale.
Stri.
So, so.
Cash.
And so you are to th' utmost of his power
I dare be sworue;
Joy.
But Uncle, for the time that you intend
To stay, I pray admit no new acquaintance,
Nor any more, lest I for my escape
Venture a leap two stories deep.
Stri.
Ha! you said?
You know I have disclos'd you to no eye
That could take knowledge who or whence you are,
And for the forrein strangers, and such Townsfolks
As knew us not; what need we weigh their thoughts.
Their gold is weight; let that be all we look to.
While our deserving arts and qualities
Require it from 'hem. If they think us wicked,
And hope to get Virginities for salary,
And pay for their deluded hopes before-hand.
What is our act but Justice on their follies,
In taking of their prodigal coine?
Gab.
I hope,
You deal not that way for us.
Stri.
Never fear it.
Joy.
But Uncle, though you have taught us courtly
Gypsie tricks.
Pray let it not be thought we'll sell our honesties.
Stri.
Trust to my care.
Cash.
And thats the way to do it.
Stri.
And in that care be confidently seen,
By a deserving Gentleman, whom I
Present to kisse your hands.
Joy.
I will see none.
Cash.
You need not feare me, Lady; for I can
But tell your father, if you slight his servant.
Gab.
Blesse us! what Metamorphosis is this?
'Tis Cash your fathers man.
Joy.
Is this the habit of a Merchants Prentice?
Cash.
Is this the lodging of a Merchants daughter?
Joy.
Has his great marriage turn'd my fathers house
Into a sumptuous Palace, that he keeps
Such costly men. Or doth the bravery
Of his late beauteous Bride require such gorgeous
Attendants? Pray what office may you fill
About her person.
Cash.
Will you home and see?
Gab.
We are betray'd?
Stri.
Ha, ha, ha. Be not afraid of Cash.
I know him, and he knows us. He is our friend
And we'll be his. As for his bravery
'Tis no new thing with him. I know him of old.
This sute's his worst of foure.
And he's one
Of the foure famous Prentices o'th' time.
None of the Cream and Cake-boyes, nor of those,
That gall their hands with stool-balls, or their Cat-sticks,
For white-pots, pudding-pies, stew'd prunes, and Tansies.
To feast their Titts of Islington or Hogsden.
Where the best chear, best game, best company are frequent.
Lords call him Cousin at the Bowling Green; And the great Tennis-Court.
Thy fathers money
Would rust else, Girle. Keep thou our Councel Cash.
And we'll keep thine, though't be to the undoing
Of him and all the wretches of his brotherhood,
That love their money, and their base desires,
Better then blood or name.
Gab.
But can you hold
It good in any servant so to hazard
His Masters livelihood.
Stri.
Can you hold your peace?
He's wise, and saves by't all this while: He knows
His friends are bound in full two thousand pounds,
For's truth, and his true service, and perhaps,
He is not out above one thousand yet,
Where's your wit now?
Cash.
Mystresse, I'le do you service, and be true to
you.
Stri.
You see she hearkens to him. Talk aside Cash.
And touch her boldly.
Cash.
I would not have mist it.
For all the wealth your father has: and at
Convenient privacy. I'le give you reasons,
That shall gaine your belief to't.
Stri.
The French Gallants.
Enter Papillion, Galliard.
I had almost forgot them. They are a paire
Of delicate young Monsieurs. If they have
But crownes enough, they are the likeliest
She said they can speak English, that's a help.
For devil of French have I to entertain 'hem.
[Salutes.
Gab.
See mine own heart, here's more temptation
still.
Joy.
I'le not endure the onset.
Cash.
I'le defend you.
Joy.
Yet there are graces in their looks methinks,
That do invite my stay.
Pap.
N' entendes vous, la langue francois Monsieur
dittez.
Stri.
I would be glad to heare you speak the language
I better understand, and that is English.
In which you are most welcome.
Pap.
Your faire courtesie
Merits our greatest thanks.
Gali.
I tanck you, sir.
I have bid Fraunce adieu to come and learn
De English very well; I speak a lietel,
But de English Mesteresse can teach de best.
I shall be glad to take my commencements,
Or my first Lessons from these Ladies lips.
[Salute.
Stri.
A fine forward spark?
Gali.
O sweet, O delicate.
Ladies, if you will breath into me English,
I shall, if you please, put Fransh into you.
Une pour l'antre, dat is one for anoder.
Cash.
So they might make a hot bargain on't.
Joy.
Are these your Civil Gentlemen, Landlady?
Han.
He seems a little waggish: but the other
Is wondrous civil. He comes blushingly.
Pap.
You are before me in the Salutation
Of these faire Ladies, Monsieur Galiard:
Gal.
Il E'vray Monsieur Papilion, I kisse before,
then you mole kisse behind.
[Salute.
Joy.
You pronounce English well sir.
Pap.
I am glad
You like it Lady.
Gab.
I like the others as well.
Pap.
I have before spent many monethes in England:
And my great love unto the Nation,
Especially to the beauties of your Sexe,
Retracts me hither, where my friend was never.
Till now that my perswasion wonne his company;
And happily, I suppose, we are arriv'd:
That, to the sight and knowledge we have had
Of Musick, Daunces, Courtships, and Behaviour.
Through all parts of our Countrey, France, with an
Addition of all Italy affords.
Where (by all best opinions) even the choicest
Of such court qualities, and active graces,
Have had their Spring, we now, as Fame suggests,
Shall in this faire Society, discerne
More then by all our former observation.
Stri.
Report, sir, speaks too loud on our behalfe,
And let me pray ye, that it not beget
Too great an expectation on our weaknesse,
By your too gentle suffrage. What we can,
We'll do.
Gali.
O wee dats de best. Doe is de ting
De Fransh man loves: If all your both two daughters
Shew all; all makes but more desire to do.
Speak I no good English, Madamoiselle?
Joy.
I understand you not.
Gali.
You no understand me,
Because you tinck I lie. But if you lie
With me, I make you understand me presently.
Cash.
This hot-rein'd Monsieur takes 'em for the
same.
Stri.
At afternoon we'll have an exercise
Of courtship, Gentlemen. In the Interim,
If you will have to stir the appetite,
A dance before our Ordinary we are for you.
Gali.
And we for you Alloun al Egremant Alloun
Monsieur Papillion pour l' honour de France.
Pap.
VVhat are your dances chiefly in request.
Stri.
Good Landlady, bid the Musick be in readinesse.
And then see dinner set upon the table.
Ex. Han.
We have Sir for Corants,—La Miniard,
La Vemimde, Le Marquesse, Le Holland,
La Brittaine, Le Roy, Le Prince, Le Montague,
The Saraband, the Canaries, La Reverree.
For Galliards, the Sellibrand, the Dolphine,
The new Galliard, the Valette Galliard and lepees.
Gali.
'Tis all very good Monsieur Papillica Essontes
Mon Amy.
Cash.
And heark you, Monsieur Strigood, you will
be put to't.
Stri.
I feare no French flashes. Beare up Cash. If we
cannot daunce 'hem of o' their legs, our wenches can,
I warrant thee. Musick be ready.
After the Daunces, Enter Hannah.
Han.
Gentlemen, your dinner stays meat will be cold.
Fran.
And we are hot, 'tis better that take cold
then we.
Phil., Stri.
Agreed, agreed, agreed.
Cash.
I say so too.
But to my self reserve what I will do.
Ex. omnes.
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