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SCENE III.
Goosecap, Betty, Simon.Goose.
Here, Simon, fetch my hat and cane.
Betty.
What now, Sir?
Goose.
Simon!
Betty.
'Tis in vain;
You must not go abroad to day;
You are not well, Sir.
Goose.
Give me way.
Betty.
I will not let you budge from hence.
Goose.
Must I then bear this insolence?
Tell me, thou devil, whence it springs.
Betty.
Simon, take back your master's things.
Simon.
He bid me fetch them.
Betty.
That may be.
But now he stays at home with me:
He thought to go abroad.
Goose.
And will;
I'm your, and my own master still.
Simon, my hat, my cane, my cloak.
Betty.
Well, come, dear Sir, I did but joke;
Since you're resolv'd, you shall go out;
But must not leave me in a pout.
Goose.
I'll leave you in what way I please;
And to do that your heart shall teaze;
For, mistress vixen, hear but this:
I'll marry.
Betty.
No.
Goose.
I will.
Betty.
No.
Goose.
Yes.
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If proper for the married life,
I would myself become your wife.
Goose.
You!
Betty.
Yes, I.
Goose.
Dare you further urge
Your boldness?
Betty.
Yes.
Goose.
I vow to George,
She has a most alluring eye.
Yet I will marry.
Betty.
Fye, fye, fye.
Goose.
I will, I will, by all that's bad;
If there's a female to be had:
Though her face be like a vizard,
And she's crooked as an izard;
Curs'd as curs, and old as Poles,
I will marry her, by goles.
If there's a female to be had:
Though her face be like a vizard,
And she's crooked as an izard;
Curs'd as curs, and old as Poles,
I will marry her, by goles.
There's my neighbour, Lady Blinker,
Some a homely woman think her;
She, 'tis true, has but one eye,
And's a little thought awry,
Yet with her I'll make a shift,
To turn you, impudence, adrift.
Some a homely woman think her;
She, 'tis true, has but one eye,
And's a little thought awry,
Yet with her I'll make a shift,
To turn you, impudence, adrift.
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