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The sixth Scœne.

To them Vncle and Tenants.
Cice.
And here are witnesses.

Sam.
My Vncle! what makes he here? new doubts arise.

Vnc.
See, see; my thoughts were prophesie: both here.

Sam.
You are welcome to Totenham Court Uncle.

Vnc.
But you'r ill come Cosen. I had thought,
Your judgement had beene stronger than to aid
A foolish Sister with your fond indulgence
In her undoing. She may hide her face
My rage distracts me, and I know not how
To frame th'induction.

1. Neigh.

Why sir, this is not Mistris Bellamie, but another
in her clothes.


Vnc.

How's that knave? hay day
wife how came you by these? where?


Cice.

I am your Neece.


Vnc.

You my Neece?


Sam.

Shee's my Wife, Vncle.


Vnc.

Yet more plots! sure the Parson of Pancrace has
beene here.


1. Ten.
Indeed I have heard he is a notable joyner.

2. Ten.

And Totenham-Court Ale pays him store of tythe.
It causeth questionlesse much unlawfull coupling.


Vnc.
Pray where's your Sister? I'le not fright her
With many threats, but mildly worke her reason
To understand her errors; and prevent
Her ruine with disswasions. Coss shee's lost:
My love and care made uselesse.

Sam.
Is shee married Sir?

Vnc.
Yea; that's my greatest feare, shee's past recov'ry.
Woman, what ere you are, you have some hand in't:
These were her clothes.