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Scena. VI.

To them Sale-wit.
Ms Holl.
Look Ms Scruple here's your husband.

Sale.
Bee
The leave ofe the faire Companeè.

Ms Scrup.
My Husband?
His cold keeps him at home. surely J take
This to be some Dutch Elder.

Sal.
Were is
The Breed an Breed-groome? Oh, Monsieur, J'me com't
To give you zhoy, and blesse your Capòn; were
Is your faire Breed?

War.
O Monsieur, you have joynd me
To a chast Virgin. Would when J came to you
Y' had used your Ceremonies about my Funerall.

Sal.
Foonerall? Is your Breed dead?

War.
Would she were.
I'de double your Fee, Monsieur, to burie her.

Sal.
Ee can but leetle English.

War.
No, J see
You are but new come over.

Sal.
Dover? Tere
Ee landed.

War.
J, Sir, pray walk in; that doore
Will land you in my dining roome.

Sal.
Ee tank you.

Exit.
War.
This is the Priest that married us.

Sea.
This is
A French-man ist not?

War.
Twas at the French Church.