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Scena secunda.
Enter Præpontio, Alvarado, Rubio.Alv.
Nephew! you now are entring into th'world,
Let me advise you, who am well experienc'd,
Be not too credulous, trust none without
A good assurance: try before you trust.
Præ.
I warrant you, Vncle, your wealth link'd with my wit, will
make me an unparallell'd Gentleman, they will elect me Alcalde Major,
next year, or else I say there is no prudence in the gray-beards of
the City.
Very pathetically spoken, when you are Governour of the City,
I hope you will give me a good Office.
Præ.
Yes! thou shalt have the honourable function of hangman:
how lik'st thou it?
Rub.
Marry Sir, I do not like hanging very well.
Præ.
Who art thou?
(Enter Taylor)
Tay.
Your worships Taylor, Sir.
Præ.
That is to say my worships thief, alias theif to my worship.
Are my wifes nuptiall Vestments ready?
Tay.
To the putting on Sir.
Præ.
Hast thou perfum'd the clasps and keepers?
Tay.
They will take no perfume, Sir.
Præ.
Hast thou made her petticoat to the behind or before?
Tay.
On the side, Sir, according to the French Fash'on.
Pra.
Yes! that's best. We Spaniards must now tout ala mode France.
Tay.
And her gown needs no fardingale Sir.
Præ.
Well, very well: give your attendance to morrow, and you
shal have a quarter of a chicken and a leoman for your dinner.
Rub.
Afford 6 pansillos, he may chance eat your dishes else.
Præ.
What's that?
Tay.
A busque.
Præ.
Must she wear it behind or before, or between her legs to
keep them from interferring!
Tay.
No! Sir, but on her breast, to hide her great belly.
Præ.
Are the Fidlers bespoken? has the shoo-makers brought home
my embroidered pantosles, I mean to dance in them: bid the Millainer
put ambergrease enough on my shirt, I shall stir till I think else.
Rub.
Of sweat Sir?
Præ.
I, what else?
Alv.
Come, Nephew, you had best go visit her to night.
Præ.
I'll go before you Sir.
Exeunt.
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