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Scena III.
To them Timothy fantastically drest, and a Footman.Plotw.
Here he comes.
Tim.
Sirrah, wait me in the Hall,
And let your feet stink there; your ayre's not fit,
To be endured by Ladies.
Plotw.
What quarrell with
Your Footman, Sir?
Tim.
Hang him, he casts a sent
That drownes my perfumes, and is strong enough
To cure the Mother or Palsie. Doe I act
A Knight well?
Plotw.
This imperiousnesse becomes you
Like a Knight newly dubd, Sir.
Tim.
What saies the Lady?
Plotw.
Speak lower, J've prepar'd her, show your selfe
A Courtier now she's yours.
Tim.
If that be all
I'le Court her as if some Courtier had begot me
Ith' Gallery at a Masque.
Plotw.
Madam, this Gentleman
Desires to kisse your hands.
Tim.
And lips too Lady.
Aur.
Sir, you much honour both.
Tim.
I, I know that,
Else Ide not kisse you. Yesterday I was
In company with Ladies and they all
Long'd to be toucht by me.
Aur.
You cannot cure
The Evill, Sir, nor have your lips the vertue
To restore ruines, or make old Ladies young?
Tim.
Faith all the vertue that they have, is that
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To a poore fortune that will keep my selfe,
And Foot-man, as you see, to beare my sword
In Cuerpo after me I can at Court,
If J would show my gilt ith' Presence, look
After the rate of some five thousands
Yearely in old rents, and were my Father once
Well wrapt in seare-cloth, I could fine for Sheriffe.
Plotw.
Heart you spoile all.
Tim.
Why?
Plot.
She verily believd
Y'had nere a father.
Aur.
Lives your father, then Sir?
That Gentleman told me he was dead.
Tim.
Tis true,
I had forgot my selfe, he was drownd, Lady,
This morning, as he went to take possession
Of a summer house and land in the Canaries.
Plotw.
Now y'have recoverd all.
Tim.
D'you think I have
Not wit enough to lye?
Plotw.
Break your minde to her,
She does expect it.
Tim.
But Lady this is not
The businesse which J came for.
Aur.
I'me at leisure
To heare your businesse, Sir.
Plotw.
Mark that.
Tim.
Indeed,
Sweet Lady, I've a motion which was once
Or twice this morning in my mouth, and then
Slipt back againe for feare.
Aur.
Cowards nere won
Ladies, or Forts, Sir.
Tim.
Say then I should feele
Some motions, Lady, of affection; might
A man repaire Pauls with your heart, or put it
Into a Tinder-box?
Aur.
How meane you, Sir?
Tim.
Why is your heart a stone, or flint?
Aur.
Be plain, Sir,
I understand you not.
Tim.
Not understand me?
Y' are the first Lady that ere put a man
To speak plaine English; some would understand
Riddles, and signes; say J should love you, Lady?
Aur.
There should be no love lost, Sir.
Tim.
Say you so?
Then by this aire my teeth eene water at you;
I long to have some Off-spring by you; we
Shall have an excellent breed of wits; J meane
My youngest sonne shall be a Poet; and
My Daughters, like their Mother, every one
A wench oth' game. And for my eldest sonne,
He shall be like me, and inherit. Therefore
Lets not deferre our joyes, but goe to bed
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Aur.
Soft, Sir, the Priest must first
Discharge his office. I doe not mean to marry
Enter Dorcas out of her Puritan dresse
Like Ladies in New England, where they couple
With no more ceremony then birds choose their Mate
Upon St Ualentines day.
Dor.
Madam the Preacher
Is sent for to a Churching, and doth aske
If you be ready, he shall loose, he saies,
His Chrysome else.
Aur.
O miracle! out of
your litle Ruffe, Dorcas, and in the fashion?
Dost thou hope to be saved?
Dor.
Pray Madam doe not
Abuse me; J will tell you more anon.
Plotw.
Tell him shees comming.
Aur.
Sir, please you partake
Of a slight banquet?
Pl.
Just as you are sate
Exit Dorcas.
I'le steale the Priest in.
Tim.
Doe.
Pl.
When you are joind,
Be sure you doe not oversee, but straight
Retire to bed, she'l follow.
Tim.
Tis not three
A clock ith' afternoone.
Plotw.
Tis but drawing
Your Curtaines and you doe create your night.
All times to Lovers and New married folkes
May be made dark.
Tim.
J will then. By this Roome
She's a rare Lady. J doe almost wish
I could change sexe, and that she might beget
Children on me.
Plotw.
Nay will you enter?
Tim.
Ladie,
Pray will you show the way.
Plotw.
Most Citie like,
'Slid take her by the arme, and lead her in.
Tim.
Your arme sweet Lady.
Exeunt.
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