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Scena, 2.

Cleander, Clinias, Clebulo.
See see, he becons us away.

Cleo.
But let's not stir for him;—
yes I'le warrant you, when can you tell?

Cli.
Look again.

Cleo.
No matter, let us but hold together.

Cli.
He comes upon us fearfully, look h'as got
a staff too; now for a dry beating, I'm
as sure of it.—

Cli.
I'le warrant you, oh oh!

Cli.
Oh, oh, a my conscience
h'as broke my neck.

He yoaks his staff cross theirs necks, & whirls them round.
Cleo.
I think mine's broke too,
and pray heaven it be no worse.

Cli.
A vengeance on him, are these his tricks?
he'l make more work for Surgeons if he hold on,
then Brandee wine with Dutchmen
in their Kirmesses;
or Stum in Taverns with quarrelsome Englishmen,
he made me spin like a top.

Cleo.
And I imagin'd
my self a hand-mill grinding mustard seed.

Cli.
If he cod speak yet, and give us but a reason
for his misusing us, 'twod never anger me.

Cle.
For my part I'm glad he's dumb,
for if he cod speak, I'm sure
'twould be but a word and a blow with him.

Cli.
Away, here comes my Lady.