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SCENE I.

SCENE the High Street.
Enter Joan of Hedington and Mother Harris.
Joan Hedington.

Marry come up, you are
so proud with your
black Bag.

Mother Harris.

Well, 'twas none of your Mony
paid for't.

Joan Hedington.

But your Daughter's did. You
are so proud of that Minks, and think to spoil
my Custom—But I would have you to know that
I am sounder than e'er a Harris of you all.

Mother Harris.

You sounder! I'd have you to
know I scorn to let such pitiful Rogues come
into my House as you have to do with.

Joan Hedington.

I'd have you to know I have
as good Customers come to my House as any Woman
in Hedington, no Dsgrace to you, Goody Harris.

Mother Harris.

Sure you might have had a
Mistress under your Girdle when you spoke to
me, Hussey.

Joan Hedington.

Hussey me no Hussey, Mrs.
Slopdawdry. I'll pull your black Bag for you. I
am a better Woman than your self, I have been
an old Parishioner here, and gone to Church and
all the Town know I have been honest in my Calling;
and to be abused by such a Gossip as you, that
are come to put off your Pocky Ware in our Parish!

Mother Harris.

No more Pocky Ware than
your self.

Joan Hedington.

You lye, you Whore, I'll
tear your Eyes out.

[Fall a fighting, Joan beats Mother Harris off the Stage, calling her Whore and Bitch, the other crying.