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Ha'you your wits? Why Gentlemen! for love— Nay, look you! Sovereign, General, are you Madmen? Will you have The neighbours hear you? Will you betray all? Hark, I hear some body. Gentlemen, what mean you? Will you mar all? Will you undo your selves, with civil war? Do'you know who hears you, Soon reign? Nay General, I thought you were civil. o, this'll overthrow all. Are you found? Ha'you your senses, Master's? Will you be Your own destructions, Gentlemen? Oh me. We are ruined lost. Ha'you no more regard To your reputations? Where's your judgement? Slight, Have yet, some care of me, o'your Republic. You'll bring your head within a coxcomb, will you? And you S r , with your Menstrue, gather it up. 'Sdeath you abominable pair of Stinkards Leave off your barking, and grow one again, Or, by the light that shines, I'll cut your throats. I'll not be made a prey unto the Marshal, For never a snarling Dogbolt o'you both. Ha'you together cossen'd all this while, And all the world, and shall it now be said Yo'haue made most courteous shift, to cossen your selves? You will accuse him? You will bring him in Within the Statute? Who shall take your word, A whoreson, upstarted, Apocryphal Captain, Whom not a Puritane, in Blackfriars, will trust So much, as for a feather? And you, too, Will give the cause, forsooth? You will insult, And claim a primacy, in the divisions? You must be chief? as if you, only, had The poulder to project with? and the work Were not begun out of equality? The venture tripartite? All things in common? Without priority? 'Sdeath, you perpetual Curs, Fallen to your couples, again, and cossen kindly, And heartily, and lovingly, as you should, And lose not the beginning of a Term, Or, by this hand, I shall grow factious too And, take my partly, and quit you. Why, if your partly exceed to day, I hope Ours may, to morrow, match it. May, murmuring Mastiff, I, and do. Gods will! Help me to thrattell him. Because o'your Fermentation, and Cibation? Your Solemnizing & Luna: help me. Will you S r . do so then, and quickly. Swear. To leave your faction S r . And labour, kindly, in the commune work. I hope we needs oh spurs S r . Doewe? Yes, and work close, and friendly Why so, my good Baboons! Shall we go make A sort of sober, sc ruy, precise Neighbours, (That scarce have smiled twice, sin'the King came in) A feast of laughter, at our follies? Rascals, Would run themselves from breath, to see me ride, Or you to-have but a Hold, to thrust your heads in, For which you should pay Eare-rent: No, Agree. And may Done Provost ride a feasting, long, In his old velvet ierken, and stained scarves, (My noble Sovereign, and worthy General) Ere we contribute a new cruel garter To his most worsted worship. A fine young Quodling. Oh, let him in. And what shall I do? Yonder Fishwife Will not away. And there's your Giantess, The Baud of Lambeth. Not, afore night, I have told'hem, in a voice, Through the Trunk, Like one of your Familiars. But I have spied Sir Epicure Mammon. Coming along, at far end of the lane, Slow of his feet, but earnest of his tongue, To one, that's with him. Why, what's the matter? Oh, let me alone. I'll not forget my raze, I warrant you. I'll keep my distance, laugh, and talk aloud; Have all the tricks of a proud scurvy Lady: And be as rude 'as her woman. I know him not. He looks Like a Gold-end man. What? Yes, say Lo: General, how fares oh ̄ ur Camp? What is he, General. No. Neither. Dapper, Your Clerk. Yonders your Knight, Sir Mammon. Here, hard by. H'is at the door. I'the Privy. My Lord, my Brother is, though I no Lady, Sir. Rather your Courtesy. Blood we boast none, Sir, a poor Baron's Daughter. Sir, although We may besaid to the gilded, and trappings, The of ; yet we stri e to keep. The eedes, and the . Troth, and I have been likened To all these Princ S. Oh, you play the Courtier. In faith, I may not, To mock me, Sir. Nay, now you court, the Courtier, and destroy What you would built. This Art Sir, i'your words Calls your whole faith in question Nam Oaths are made o'the same air, Sir. Particular, Sir? I pray you know your distance. Yes, Sir. I study here the M thematiques, And distillation. I, and for his Physic, Sir. Troth, I am taken, Sir, Whole, with these studies, that contemplate Nature: Yes. In chains of Adamant? You are contented, Sir? Say you so, Sir Epicure? You mean no treason, Sir? How Sir, have you that? You are pleased, Sir, To work on the ambition of our sex. I could well consent, Sir. But, in a Monarchy, how will this be? The Prince will soon take notice, and both seize You, and your Stone, it being a wealth unfit For any private subject Your self do boast it, Sir. Oh, but beware, Sir. You may come to end The remnant of your days, in a loathed prison, By speaking of it. That Perdicca's and Antigonus were slain, The two that stood, Seleuc', and Ptolemy — Made up the two legs, and the fourth Beast. That was Gog-North, and Egypt-South: which after Was called Gog Iron-leg, and South Iron-leg — And then Gog-horned. So was Egypt, too; Then Egypt Clay-leg, and Gog Clay-leg — And last Gog-Dust, and Egypt-dust: which fallen In the last link of the fourth Chain. And these Be Stars in Story, which none see, or look at— For, as he says, except We call the Rabbines, and the Heathen Greeks — To come from Salem, & from Athens, And teach the people of great Britain — To speak the tongue of Eber, and Javan — We shall know nothing— Where, then, a learned Linguist Shall see the ancient used communion Of Vowels, and Consonants — A Wisdom, which Pythagoras held most high— To comprise All sounds of voices, in few marks of Letters — And so we may arrive by Talmud skill, And profane Greek, to raise the building up Of Helens house, against the Ishmaelite, King of Thogarma, and his Habergeons Brimstony, blue, and firy; and the force Of King Abaddon, & the Beast of Cittim: Which Rabbi David Kimchi, Onkelos, And Aben-Ezra do interpret Room. Yes, but another is come, You little looked for. Your Master: The Master of the House. Look out, and see. God's-light Forty o'the Neighbours are about him, talking. It'll proueill day, For some on us. Lost, I am afraid. Nephew, we thought to have been angry, with you; But that sweet face of yours, hath turned the tide, And made it flow with Joy, that ebbed of Love. Arise, and touch our velvet Gown. Let me now stroke that head. Much, Nephew, shalt thou win; much shalt thou spend; Much shalt thou give away, much shalt thou Lend. Give me the Bird. Here is your Fly in a Purse, about your neck, Cousin, Wear it, and feed it, about this day seu' night, On your right wrist. No. And Kinsman, Bear your self worthy of the blood you come on. Nor break his fast, In Heaven, and Hell. No: But come, and see me often. I may chance To leave him three or four hundred Chests of Treasure, And some five thousand Acres of Faery Land: If he Game well, and comely, with good Gamesters. Yes. A good dull Innocent. It's direct Against our Articles. No, but I will do't. Content. I'am weary of him, I'll pluck his Bird as bore as I can. Yes. You are hight upon it Face, what ere it is. Hee'll now marry her, instantly. Let me alone to fit him. The Jewel of the waiting Maids, That stole it from her Lady, to know certain— Yes. Yes; and the whistle, that the Sailors wife Brought you, to know, and her Husband were with Ward. Why you the Keys? No? Hang you— Pox upon you, Rogue, Would I had but time to beat thee. Sir, I were uncivil If I would suffer that, my lip to you Sir. Pray heaven, The Master do not troublevs, this quarter. How does it? Do not we Sustain our parts?