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M r Plotwell Citizen and Merchant, save you. And dost not thou fallen down And pray to the winds to sacrifice him to Poor John and Mackrell? Or some compendious Canon To take him off ith' middle? To transform thy plush to pennystone, and scarlet Into a velvet Jacket which hath seen Aleppo twice, is known to the great Turk, Hath escaped three shipwracks to be left off to thee, And knows the way to Mexico as well as the Map? In Ovid There is not such a Metamorphosis As thou art now. To be turned into a tree Or some handsome beast is courtly to this. But for thee, Franck, Oh Transmutation! Of Satin changed to Kersy hose I sing. Slid his shoes shine too. Why then what office Dost thou bear in the parish this year? Let's feel, No batteries in thy head to signify Th'art Constable? No, but the News Thou shouldst turn Tradesman, and this Pagan dress, In which if thou shouldst die thou wouldst be damned For and Usurer, is comical at the Temple. We were about to bring in such a fellow For and Apostate in our Antimasque. Set one to keep the door, provide half-crown rooms, For I'll set bills up of thee, what shall I Give thee for the first day? Sirrah Bright, Didst look to hear such language beyond Ludgate? Let's tear His Jacket off. The tenderest weed that ever fell a sunder. By thy visible ears we will. Will you make Your self fit for a coach again, and come Along with us? Weel' dine at Roseclaps, there We shall meet Captain Quartfield, and his Poet, They shall show us another fish. Hast Not thou herd of the New-sprung Lady? That is her patrimony, Sir; 'tis thought The fortune she is born to will not buy A bunch of Turnips. She's the wonder of the Court, And talk oth' Town. Aurelia. Yes, in Spring Garden. Has conquered with no second but her woman. A Puritan, and has returned with prizes. No, nor Colours Flourished. She has made a vow never to marry Till she be wone by Stratagem. I shall be proud to know you. The Catechism Were false should we deny it. This is and excellent fellow; Who is't? Lets take him Along with us and Captain Quartfield shall show him. Lady, Our lips are made of the same clay that yours, And have not been refused. What dangerous truths these are? Pretty, pretty. Lady, Your wit will make you die a withered virgin. You think you are handsome now, and that your eyes Make star-shooting, and dart? May I not prosper if I have not seen A better face in signs, or gingerbread. Her wit had needs be good it finds her house. Come then away; To Roseclaps. I, J thought She had some other virtues. Well make hast, We'll stay without, when thou hast done inform us What the rate is; if she be reasonable We'll be her Customers. A Corporation Went to the bringing of him forth. Rich Seathrifts son, he'l make a rare sea-Monster. And Roseclaps boy shall sing it. How Rosclap ? It could not be Like this. Prythe peace. Or Elephants To dance on ropes. Do they not act it rarely? How should he learn Their names J wonder. That may be. 'Tis a man. Slight, Sir, here be Two Fishmongers to buy you; Beatrice the price Now you're awake, your self. Indeed they say he was A Monument of Paul's. Thy Uncle Was such another Plotwell ; I have herd He still last left the Exchange ; and would commend The wholsomenesse oth' air in Morefields, when The clock struck three sometime. We will make bold to take our leaves. I'll not believe My treacherous eyes again, but trust some dog To guide me, if J did not see his Uncle Coming this way, and Baneswright with him. The very same, Sir; The City Cupid that shoots arrows betwixt Party and party. All the difference is, He has his eyes, but they he brings together Sometime do not see one another till Till they meet ith' Church. 'Tis so, this fellow In's company confirms me. 'Tis the very business Why Plotwell has sent for us. Stand close then. Prythe observe. Plague oth' prognostication. Who'd think that Madam were the Party? What if we Before we go to Plotwell, went to her And strived to dissuade her? And how do you find her Madam? Lord, And very passionately accuse Nature, And say she was too hard to make your woman Able to kiss you only and do no more? Offers at wit, And shows teeth for a jest. And do you mean his age, Which hath seen all the Kingdom buried thrice, To whom the heat of August is December ; Ex. Dorcas. Who, were he but in Italy would save The charge of Marble vaults, and cool the air Better then ventiducts, shall freeze between Your melting arms? Do but consider, he But marries you as he would do his furs, To keep him warm. Beside, He has a cough that nightly drowns the Bellman ; Calls up his Family; all his neighbours rise And go by it, as by the Chimes and Clock. Not four loam walls, nor saw dust put between, Can dead it. I, J do observe her Character; well then You are resolved to marry? And which is worse, let him forget he lay With you himself, before some Magistrate Swear it some other, and have it believed Upon Record. I'ft be your sister, we Have laboured her she should not match her Uncle, And bring forth Riddles, Children that should be Nephews to their Father, and to their Uncle sons. The boy told us you were Upon a stratagem. We were Sent for in hast by the Benchers, to contribute To one of'em thats Reader. Some Poet will steal from us And bring't into a Comedy. Hum? why Like a Geneva Weaver, in black, who left The Loom and entered into the Ministry For conscience sake. We cannot come in private On business to your wife, but you must be Inquisitive Sir? Thank God 'tis in your own house, The place protects you. Here she comes, we'll ask If she gave you Commission to be so bold. We do expect In time your Husband to preserve you chased, Should keep you with a guard of Eunuchs ; or Confine you, Like Italians, to a room Where no male Beast is pictured, least the sighed Of ought that can beget, should stir desires. Oh that his Father were At home to see him. strange? J conceive not this.