MARTHA

No, he out-snores the Poet. Sir, my S sters strictness makes not us forget you are a stranger and a Gentleman. Will you fit down Sir, and take a spoon? It is our best banquet Sir. Good Sir Roger keep that breath to cool your partly o'th posset, you may chance have a scalding zeal else: and you will needs be doing, pray tell your twenty to your self. Would you could Like this Sir? Sure Sir she would not eat you: but banish that imagination; she's only wedded to herself, lies with her self, and lou S herself; and for and other husband then her self, he may knock at the gate, but never come in: be wise Sir, she's a woman, and a trouble, and has her many faults, the least of which is, she cannot love you. Faith would thou hadst them all withal my heart: I do not think they would make thee a day older. Well said old sayings. Run for some Rosasolis. Had a hard heart that could not laugh at you Sir. would, would. Faith then lets hear him sister. We had best mussell him, he grows . He looks as though he had a grecuous fit ath Colic. Close at the door. A most ill favoured one, with her Masque on: And how her face should mend the rest I know not. Help sister, this lady swoons. Sister, will you marry that inconstant man? think you he will not cast you off to morrow, to wrong a lady thus, looked she Like dirt, it basely done. May you never prosper with him. That was your modesty, too good for him. I would not see your wedding for a world. Dri up your forsooth, you shall not think we are all uncivil, all such beasts as these. Would I knew how to give you a revenge. Pray walk in with me, 'tis very late, and you shall stay all night: your bed shall be no worse then mine; I wish I could but do you right. For Gods sake Sir be private in this business, You have undone me else. Oh God, what have I done? How shall I look upon my friends again? With what face? Good deer friend go in. I dare not stay sir, use me modestly, I am your wife. Sir, it's so late, and our entertainment (meaning our posset) by this is grown so cold, that 'twere and unmannerly partly longer to hold you from your rest: let what the house has be at your command Sir. Oh my sister. Sister yonders your Servant, with a gentlewoman with him. Faith Sister you are much to balm, to use a woman, what soever she be, thus: e salute her: You are welcome hither. Good Sir go in, and put your woman's clothes on. If you be seen thus, I am lost for ever.