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Scena. VI.
Enter Timothy unbuttoning himselfe. Aurelia. Plotwell. Dorcas. Foot-man.Tim.
By this hand Lady you shall not deny me:
Since we are coupled, I shall thinke the Priest
Has not done all, as long as I'me a Virgin.
Aur.
Will you not stay till night, Sir?
Tim.
Night? No faith,
I've sworne to get my first child by day, you may
Be quicke by night.
Plot.
Madam, your Knight speaks reason.
Tim.
I will both speake and doe it.
Aur.
Well Sir, since
There is no remedy, your beds prepared;
By that time you are layed I'le come, Meane time
Ile pray that Gentleman to conduct you, There's
My Foot-man to plucke of your stockins.
Plotw.
Come Sir.
Tim.
Sweet Lady stay not long.
Plot.
I'le promise for her.
Dor.
Faith I admire your temperance to let
Ex. Tim. Pl. & Footman.
Your Bride-groom goe to bed and you not follow.
Were J in your case J should ha gone first,
And warm'd his place.
Aur.
Well wench but that thou hast
Reveal'd thy selfe unto me, I'de admire
To heare a Saint talke thus. To one that knowes not
The Mystery of thy strange conversion, Thou
Wouldst seeme a Legend.
Dor.
Faith I have told you all,
Both why I left my Schoole-Mistresse, who taught me
To confute Curling-Irons, and why I put
My selfe on this adventure.
Aur.
Well wench my brother
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My helpe to worke thy honest Ones on him.
Doe but performe thy taske well and thou winn'st him.
Dor.
Let me alone; never was man so fitted
Enter Foot-man.
With a chast Bride, as I will fit his Uncle.
Exit.
Foot.
Madam your Knight doth call most fiercely for you.
Aur.
Prithee, goe tell him some businesse keepes me yet,
And bid him stay himselfe with this kisse.
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