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Good Morrow to your honour, and all joy Spring from this match, and the first year a Boy, I commend these two verses a purpose, to salute your Ho nor. That's certain, he knows you. Is't he that looks Like and Italian Tailor? Out of the laced wheel, that wears a Bucket on's head? Has he money? Then Captain thou art cast, would I had gone for Cleveland; Wordly loves money better then I love his Daughter, I'll to some Company in Garrison, God b'wy. A hundred Sir were better. Is that Man and Wife? But did that little, old, dried Neats tongue, that Eele-skin get him. Methinks, he in his Lady, should show Like a Nee dle in a Bottle of Hay. Is your name Abraham ; Pray who dwells in your Mother's backside, at the sign of the Aquavitae bottle. I had well hoped she could not have spoke, she is so fat. Venison my Lord, Venison. Heart, she looks Like a black Bumbard, with a pint pot waiting upon it. Exeunt Lady Wag. You should be a Knocker then by the Mother's side. Sir, I use not to bite any man. Sir. So Sir, so. Where? Good Sir, good. Thou'rt and old fellow: Are you a Merchant Sir? Right Sir: and as many are Citizens that are no Cuckolds. I would be glad to see for my money, I have paid for my standing. You are a Pedlar. Merchant, I would thou hadst and Iron Tale Like me. My Lord'san Ass, and you are another. Sirrah, I'll beat you with a pudding on the change. I will pray for Civil wars, to cut thy throat with out danger Merchant, I will turn Pyrate, but I'll be revenged on thee. Zoons, I will be revenged upon you all. The strange adventure th'art now to make In that small Pinnace, is more perilous Then any hazard thou couldst undergo, Remember a scorned Soldier told thee so. Are you married? The Devil dance at your wedding: but for you I have something else to say, let me see, here are reasona ble store of people, know all my beloved Brothers, (I speak it in the face of the Congregation) this woman I have lyen with oftener. Yes, Good-morrow, God give you joy. Exit. Sir you may, he owes less peradventure: or if more, he is more able to pay't: What art? A counterset Rogue you are. How? Go Sirrah, and bespeak Supper at the Bear, and provide Oars, I'll see Gravesend to night. Exit. Strange murdered on the wedding day by you, At his own Brides appointment, for my sake? This sounds not well. I know the Ring, and I have seen the Ruff about his neck, This comes of enforced marriages; Where was't done? And how escaped you? You have showed some kindness to me, I must love you Sir, What did you with his body? Whence this blood? Where is the Maid? Sir, I will kill two men for you till then I owe my life to you, and if ever Racks, Strappadoes, wheel, or any torturous Engine, Even from the Roman Yoke, to the Scotch Boot, Force me discover you, or her, to Law, Pray God the Merchant may respire again, But what a Villain have I been ro wrong her? Did she not tell you how I injured her? Truth, was more false then Hell, & you shall see me, (As Well, as I can repent of any sin) Ask her forgiveness for wounding of her Name, and gainst the world recover her lost fame. Kind soul, would I could weep, to make amends Why I did slander her at the Church door. Would, what's the news? Heart, this is some railing Poet, why you Rogue? I'll kill the first, and in thy vital flood, Fight. Wash my hands clean of that young Merchant's blood. Zoons can you ward so well, I think you are one of the Noble science of Defence. O, now I understand you, and you stand over me, My hurts are not mortal, but you have the better, if your name be Wordly, be thank ll for your fortune. Godamercy, zoons methinks I see my self in Morefields, upon a wooden leg, begging three pence. What a Rogue are you, is this the Surgeon you would carry me to? Nay 'tis no matter, I'll cry quittance with you, Forgive me Mrs. Kate, and know all people I lied not with her, but beli'de her once, And to my recantation, that same Soldier Enforced my hand. They all look on the Paper. I see now how I am cheated, love him well, He has redeemed your honour with his sword. This cunning in her is exceeding good, Your Son, your husband, Strange is murdered. Sirrah, you have brought me to a Surgeon already, I'll be even with you. These women are as crafty as the Devil, Yes, I did speak of him, Sir John, my Lord, Know Strange is murdered by that Villains hand, And by his wives consent. Search presently the Closet and the Vault, There you shall find his body, 'tis too true, The reason all may guess, her husband wanting Spirit to do on me what he hath done, In hope to marry her, he hath murdered him. From his mouth. I but swore in jest. Go fetch a Surgeon. Heart, I was never sick before, help me now to a Surgeon, or I shall swoon instantly. As 2 leads him he speaks Thou were't born a Roman-Citizen, fare thee well, And farewell love, and Women, you diseases, My horse and sword shall be my Mistress's, My Horse I'll court, my sword shall lie with me. Exit Sir, I know your business, you are come to serve a warrant, ot a Scitation, I will not speak with you: and get you gone quickly too, or I may happen send a Bullet through your Mazzard. Exit. I have played the melancholy Ass, and partly the Knave, in this last business, but as the Parson said that God the wench with child, 'Tis done now Sir, it cannot be undone, and my purse or I must smart for it. I'll away, this Law is Like the Basilisk, to see it first, is the death ont this night: and noble London fare well, I will never see thee more, till I be knighted for my Virtues. Let me see, when shall I return; and yet I do not think but there are a great many dubbed for their For tues; otherwise how could there be so many poor knights, what att thou? whats thy news? Thou worse then slanderous Rogues, thou murderer Some wiser then some, I love my reputation well, yet I am not so valiant and ass, but I love my life better, the my