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[Scene iv.]
Enter Mother Nip, Gammer Crasy and Dol Pineaway.Nip.
Gammer Crasy—what haue we don to liue
to see these daies, when I saw fortie first
This Ile was framd of such a reconcilement
In euery part that 'twas proclaymd the bay
of all delicious caulmnes, then twenty more
procurd no great chang, ten more put to that
all went the same pace: but 13s encrease
haue beene the blasters of our former peace
Crasy.
Why are you 83 then mother Nipp
Nip.
Noe less, noe less, I was iust 70 when
our graue and learned Psunodarke imbarkt
for to embrace his bannishment, this port
was blest with his last footstepps
Crasy.
And I but halfe as much yet Crutcht already
I am so Crasy sure the mettell differs
we're made of, all's but britle, some more tough
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the rogues past by the other daie to shew
their budding vallours first fell out withall
I had beene dasht a peeces, See here else
what I that came to th'rescue got from them
She Shewes her arme black & blew
Nip.
And I had such a battle in my howse
that all the potts I measure ale withall
were routed with that rout against the wall
nor was ther ear a one left whole but that
which coward like doth alwaies neath the bed
sneak in some corner and soe hide his head
But the vile Constable that varlett he
they call him alwaies—ill and hees well namd
Crasy
You would saie Alquazile
Nip
I that in Spanish,
Buts place and function, giues the interpretacon
for I am sure hees our inquisitor
and haunts our Cottages both night and daie
but had he not beene nimble tother night
thes tallents should haue drawne some bloud of him
And soe vncharmd his Diuell for noe less
I can account him that without remorse
depriues me of my staff, yet lends noe horse
Crasy
Your sonn is prest then ist not soe
Nip.
Twoe true
Crasy.
Why they haue tayne a striplinge was my brother
whoe neuer yet died any thing in bloode
vnless a nayle
Dol Pine.
My case is farr the worse
for tis not 7 nights sithence through Hymens grace
the Nuptiall sheetes had witnest the embrace
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thes haue deuorst vs, wt more Tirany?
All.
This must our comforts be when worst w' endure
the next Chang will our better tymes procure.
Exeunt.
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