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The fifth Scœne.

Enter Mris. Tongall , and Littlevvord by the left Scœne.
Dungw.

Sweet Mistris, you are welcome to my expectation.

Tong.

If my presumption to bring a worthy acquaintance
along with me, seem's not unmannerly.

Dungw.

You rather expresse kindnesse to a stranger
that desires worthy company.

Tong.

Sweet Mr. Dasher, you are the best Woman Vintener
that ever lov'd a Gossips tale. You have so many
good things to pleasure a woman with. You were wont to
have an excellent neat tongue.

Dash.

Sweet Mris. Tongall, my best tongue, and all is
at your service.

Tong.
Kind Master Dasher.

Dung.
To your welcome Mistresse.

Tong.
My humblenes receives your favour thankfully.
My service to you Mr. Dasher.

Dash.
I kisse the hand of your servant.

Ralph.

And make a legg. This Vintener sure hath had
very mannerly breeding, he came not from the Bankes
side, where the surly Watermen live.

Dash.

Noble sir, I presume to present my desires to doe
you service.

Dobs.

This Gentleman hath lesse manners. Hee answers
nothing.

Tong.

My friend (Sir) though he be of few words,
is a fine wit, and a great observer.

Dung.

A Wit, Mistris; I shall be the prouder of his acquaintance.
But when I am a Witt, I shall preferre my
talking before my observation.

Tong.
I thank you Mr Little-word.

Ralph.
Mr. Littleword and Mris Tongall! very good.
Sure this woman had a French-man to her Father.

Tong.

Indeed Mr. Dasher, 'tis excellent Sacke. If you
were unmarried you should have my daughter Iinny, for
keeping such good Wine in your house.

Dash.

I retribute all due thanks for your kindnesse, that
you would doe me so great an honour.

Ralph.

Mistris, you said I should have your daughter.

Tong.

My friend, why so thou shalt. This Sacke makes
my heart merry.

Ralph.
Who then shall my Master have?

Tong.
Why my Daughter linny.

Ralph.

A right woman: so her tongue goe, no matter
what she sayes.

Dash.

What will that Gentleman with his table-booke!

Dung.

Let's have a health to some body.

Tong.

Please you Sir, to my daughter Iinny.

Dung.

Let it goe round then.

Tongall.

And hee that will not pledge it, shall not
have her.

Dobs.

I hope we shall drinke now Ralph.

Ralph.

Else we lose both our share of the Sack, and our
hopes of her daughter Iinny.

Ent. Drawer.
Dung.

Some more Wine.

Dash.

(Whooh) be nimble sirrah; and bring of my
kingdome (that's my word for good wine) that it may
wait on these Gentlemen.

Tong.

William, thou art an honest fellow; and if thou
bringst us good wine, thou shalt have my daughter Iinny
from them all.

Dash.

Sure this Gentleman write's what I speake. I
hope 'twas not treason to say my Kingdome. I would I
knew what he were.

Dung.

The Vintener seem's troubled at this Gentlemans
table-booke.

Tong.

'Tis his practise of observation. Hee is taking

a humour for a Play: perhaps my talking of my daughter
Iinny.

Dung.

I'le hatch some mirth from it. Sir, you must not
take it ill, if I tell you of your errours. You have spoken
somthing rashly.

Dash.

Kind and worthy Sir, my life is your servant for
this noble care.

Dung.

That silent Gentleman is an intelligencer; a state
spie. Hee'l informe against you. Therefore complie with
him to prevent it. 'Tis his pollicie to say nothing himselfe,
that his observation may be the more, and his owne
danger the lesse.

Dash.

Sir, I owe your goodnesse all that ever I have
beene, am, or shall be. He writes againe.

Tong.

Now Mr. Little-word, you have some fine matter
there to worke upon.

Dash.

To undoe me Sir, I desire you will command
all that is to bee commanded in my house to doe you service.
Yes, yes; he writes againe.

Dung.

That word command is a word of great danger,
I would you had not us'd it.

Dash.

Alas Sir, Mris Tongall, 'twas not neighbourly
done of you to bring an informer into my house.

Tong.

How, I bring an Informer! as I am a Matron, he's
a Gentleman, a wit, and a rare Projector.

Dash.

I believe it, to undoe a poore Vintener, that
cannot complement a Gentleman into a ten pounds expence;
but his necke must be in danger. Sir, if I were a
King I would be your servant. He writes againe.

Enter a Boy.
Dung.

Blesse me Sir, you have spoken treason.

Dash.

Alas, Sir, I am undone then.

Boy.

Master, the Constable and other officers are comming
up.

Dash.

Yes, yes; to apprehend me.

Ralph.

'Tis for us, Dobson.

Dung.

The Constable! I hope wee are not suspected
persons.

Tong.

If I thought you were, you should never have my
daughter Iinny.