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Sce. 11.
Stipes, with two dead lambes vpon his hooke, & cæteri.Sti.
O lazy varlets! is this a time to daunce? you idle persons;
What will you leaue I say? looke heere I pray; doe's this same
spectacle agree with turning on the toe, or capring? go to, go
so, fie, fie, ah my sweet lambes, I dare bee sworne for you, yee
thinke no body hurt at this instant. Come hither you my nimble
skipper, upsolue me this question, what's your 'pinion must
be done with these?
1 Rust.
Pish lets away, strike vp, Stipes adiew.
1 Anc.
Farewell Merda.
2 Anc.
And you my ninny-pease-straw-wispe that cannot kisse.
2 Rust.
Stipes farewell, hey.
Exeunt.
Stip.
Stipes farewell? but Stipes cannot farewel, if his affaires
goe thus quite arsy varsy; you whorson crab-fac'd lyzard, you
left-leg'd rogue, what is there nothing else belongs unto this
geare, thinke you, but onely to stare on them with your two
sawcers of mustard? s'duds, either take them up quickly, and to
worke about them, or Ile—
Stipes strikes him.
Ant.
This is the second time; this once I'le suffer:
Let him but once more touch me with the top
Of his least finger, and I'le ramme his truncke
Into the center: I haue said it.
Stip.
Are you muttering? you'l in with them, and dispatch
them; goe you home too, my daughter Merda.
Merd.
Vm, vm, vm, you might haue let one daunce a little
longer, so you might, so you might; I am not yet hote in my
geares.
Exeunt Ant. Merda.
Stip.
Are you mumbling too? what my whole family turn'd
rebels? s'duds—I promise you, I promise you, 'tis not my best
course I see to beat my man thus often; a surly knaue by'r Lady,
a surly knaue, a strong knaue too, I doe not like his lookes, he has
a vineger countenance: but peace and catch a mouse, cry I.
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