PROUDLY

Al's one, I must see her, have the other La. dined? Then i'll take a pipe of Tobacco here in your shop if it be not offensive, I would be loath to be thought to come joust at dinner time. Garsoon; fill, sirrah, Enter PAGE with a pipe of Tobacco. What said the Goldsmith for the money? How God that wit into Cheapside 'tro, he is a Cuckold. Saw you my Lady to day, what says she? A pox of her old Cats chops, the teeth she had, have made a transmigration into hair, she hath a bigger beard than I by this light. 'Slight, what should be become of her, you swear she passed not forth of do es, and i'th house she is not? This same Bawd has brought her letters from some younger brother, and she is stole away. Pish, you are a fool. Madam where is your Husband? Who should go with her, man? S'hart, isle go see. Give me my sister, I'll have her forth thy heart. Where hast thou hid her? give her me again, For by the God of vengeance, be she lost, The female hate shall spring betwixt our names, Shall never die, while one of either house Survives, our children shall at seven years old Strike knives in one another. Thou shalt not need, I have a sword to b the In thy false blood, inhumane murderer. Out false dissembler, are not married? Nay, then thou hast my sister somewhere villain, T'is plain now, thou wilt steal thy marriage, She is no match for thee, assure thy self. If all the law in England, or my friends Can cross it, to shall not be. Slave, thou liest. To morrow morning Ingen, T'is that I covet, and provoke thee for. To morrow noon, thou shalt not be at all. You see, valiant Sir, I have God lose For all your stratagem, o rogue are you there. Coward thou didst this That I might be disabled for the fight, Or that thou mightest have some excuse to shun me, But t'is my left arm, thou hast lighted on. I have no second; here are three of you, If all do murder me, your consciences Will more then hang you, damn you; come prepare. Ingen, I am satisfied, put up your sword. Sister, you must with me, I have a husband The Lord Fee-simple father, old, but rich: This Gentleman is no match for you; kneel not, That portion of yours, I have consumed, Thus marrying, you shall never come to want. Doo't quickly, for I love no whispering, T'is strange to see you Madame with a sword, You shou worser have come hither in your Ladies clothes. I'll fetch the Parson and Physician But see what thought the Bridegroom takes, my conscience knows now, this is a most preposterous match, yet for the commodity, we wink at all inconveni encie. My Lord, my Lord. Your bride my Lord is dead. Nay, we'll not now partly angry, stay the Feasts That must attend the weddings, you shall stay. Uncivilly, mew, can a Lord talk uncivilly? I think you a finical taffatae pipkin may be proud isle fit so near it, uncivilly mew. Prithee but note the Fellow, do's he not walk & look as if he did desire to be a Cuckold? How dost thou Coze, hast thou God any more wit yet? Good Master Well-tried, you can inform me, pray how ended the quarrel betwixt young Bold, and the other Gentleman. T'is strange there was no hurt done, yet I hold the other Gentleman, far the better Man. Beside they say the satisfaction that walks in the Or dinaries, is counterfeit. What d'ee this afternoon. Nay afaith let's up and have a rest at Primero. Farewell, and lets have no excuses, pray. My Horse there, Z'oones I would not for the world He should alight before me in the field, My name and henor were for ever lost. Why, how now good man flatcap, what d'ee lack? Who do you talk to, sirrah? Arrest me, rogue? I am a Lord you curs, a Parliament man. At whose suit? Why thou base rogue, did not I set thee up, Having no stock, but thy fair shop and wise? A plot, a trick by Heaven. See Ingens footboy, t'is by his Master's means, o coward, slave; i'll put in bail, or pay the debt. Ingen, thou art a worthy Gentleman, for this courtesy, Go-too i'll save thy life, come on Sir: hay, I'll cut your codpeice point Sir, with this thrust, And then down goes your breeches. S'hart, t'is a loving rogue. Hence away it is a Sisters lose, that whets my sword. O, have at you Sir. Sayest true sister. Mine own best Sister, farewell M r . Ingen. I and well, you pronounce rarely did you never play? Look to my sister. How fares she M r . Doctor. Z'oons, whats here Bold, Widow, Well-tried, Fee-simple, hoy-day. Husband, Wife, Seldom, Ms. Seld. Subtle: how now? S'hart, the doors fast, break they open, we are betrayed. Thy blood base villain shall answer this I'll die thy nuptial bed in thy hearts go e. Well mayest thou term her so that has consented, Even with her will to be dishonoured. I will undo thee Priest. Brother your hand, Lords may have projects still, But there's a greater Lord, will have his will. You are my blood. My Horse Laquey, is my sister Honour above? There is such a report. Sure she has and invisible ring.