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SCENA, 1.

Clinias, Cleobulo.
Clin.
Why, this Moor's a devil,
and now I know the reason
why they paint the devil black of his colour;
he makes no more of beating us, then Squirrils
do of cracking nuts; 'tis his ordinary exercise
before meals to get him an appetite,
and afterwards to help digestion:
we are never quiet for him, but when we sleep,
and shortly I fear he'l fall upon us like
a night mare in our sleeps too.

Cle.
I'de compound with him for a limb
with all my heart,
and let him chuse any he pleas'd except my neck.

Cli.
Wod I were certain to escape with that,
but you are well enough serv'd now, why wod
you offer to beat him?

Cleo.
Why, because I thought
he wod not beat me again, else I'de have seen
him hang'd e're I'de have meddled with him:
well, we must hold together, there is no remedy,
he's too hard for either of us alone; but Hercules
himself (they say) is not strong enough for two.

Cli.
I, but if he shud prove stronger
then Hercules,

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what then? that old saying wod do us but little good:—
'light here he coms, I'm as feard of him
as of a bear broke loose, and running after me,
and look every moment when he'l catch me by
the breech.