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Enter Dorothy and Svsan, in the Balcone.Susan.
Come Mris Dorothy; here's a Moone would
make a great bellied uman long for greene cheese. Me
thinks 'tis pleasant taking the ayre by Moone-shine.
Dorot.
But 'tis not so healthfull The night infects the
ayre with unwholsome vapours.
Susan.
A figg for these Physicall observations. I have
knowne a Doctors prescriptions cast down a Gentleuman
for three quarters of a yeare. But if ever I lie under any of
them for the greene sicknes.
Dorot.
Fie upon thee.
Susan.
Why I doe not meane naughtines. But what
doe you thinke made me so earnest to have you hither?
Doroth.
Some wanton humour. You have drunke a
cup of Sacke, and want a handsome Gentleman to bee in
love with.
Susan.
No such matter. Ile not drinke a drop more till
towards supper. I brought you to see a Duell.
Doroth.
Blesse me; betwixt whom?
Susan.
My Ladies Gentle-man, and Mr. Warrant.
Doroth.
They are unequally weapon'd. Mr. Spruce,
though hee be a Tailor weares a—the foolish rime runs
in my head. I had almost said a dagger, but 'tis a sword;
and my Fathers Clerke hath onely his inkhorne.
Susan.
And that's a terrible one. But I saw the Cutler
bring him a sword; I saw it naked, which was enough
to fright many a gentleuman. I saw him trie it on a bar of
iron in the kitchin; and many more fearfull preparations.
But will not you prevent them?
Susan.
By no means, unlesse there were more danger.
'Twill be mirth for this twelve-month, if our eyes
(through this imperfect Moone-light) can but reach the
sight of them. What confident daring will be betwixt
them at some great distance?
Dorot.
And what's their quarrell?
Susan.
The love of a Gentleuman, I assure you.
Dorot.
Your selfe perhaps.
Susan.
No otherwise indeed. My beauty is the object
of their valour. The Combatants will enter presently. The
Knight of the Inkhorne, and the Knight of the Spanish
Needle.
Doro.
Both affecting the Lady of the Closet. But Mris.
Secretary, what if my Lady Mothers Chamber-maid and
Ioane in the Kitchen were here?
Susan.
For you to make them Ladies, as you have done
me. Indeed they might serve by Moone-light; the day
perhaps would discover a greasie Gentry.
Dorot.
Fie; now you forget your selfe.
Susan.
'Tis ordinary for a waiting-Gentleuman but
newly made a Lady to forget her selfe. But see, I am prevented
from proceeding. Let us observe.
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