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Visiting, and so tired! I protest, Madame, it's a monstrous trouble! I do hear You have cause, Madam, your suit goes on. You do that, now, Sweet Madame. Thank you good Madame. O'the Tooth-picks. Ask M r . Mere craft. So M r Eitherside says, Madame. Yes, good Tail-bush. It's Pearl. That we will heartily, Tail-bush. Wittipol enters. Except some envious, Madame. Pox, these are Poets reasons. Faith we must have the Poets banished, Madame, As Master Eitherside says. How, her Ladyship has studied All excellent things! Gilded as those are? madame ? Only one, madame, The Guardo-duennas, such a little old man, As this. Alas! he can do nothing! this! have they no servants, madame, there? nor friends? This's scurvy! And a forced gravity! I do not Like it. I Like our own much better. And tastes more liberty. We may have our dozen of visiters, at once, Make love us. Hus band? As I am honest, Tail-bush I do think If no body should love me, but my poor husband, I should e'n hang my self. It's true, as I am handsome! In young company, Madame. But then, She must not loose a look on stuffs, or cloth, Madame. Bless us from him! And sounds, me thinks, As it came in with the Conqueror — Let's hear him. Oh, He makes a wicked leg. Most barbarous! H'is a dull fellow Of no capacity! I, Madame ; You talk of a man, where is there such another? Let M r Etherside alone, Madame. Yes, by that light, would I might e'r stir else, Tailbush. A strange thing! hold it down: One, that can tell: M r . Eitherside. Then I protest to you, Tail-bush, I am glad Your Business so succeeds. But Master Eitherside tells me, that he likes Your other Business better. Alas, poor Gentleman! I swear, I should Six times and hour. Oh, that's and old one, Madame.