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No Game abroad this morning, this Coxecombe Park, I think be passed the best, I have known the time the bottom betwixt these hills has been better fledged. A business? Thee and I have Cratchets in our pates, and thou know est two Crotchets make one quaver, he shall shake fort. Exit. On straight I think. So thought I, but with the cloud of dust we raised about us, with the speed our horses made: it seems we lost him, how I could stamp and bite my horses ears off. N matter, dost see yonder Bairn o'th left hand? At the West end, I tore a piece of board out, And stuffed in close amongst the straw, a bag Of a hundred pound at least, all in round shillings: Which I made my last nights purchase for a Lawyer. The torn board is my land mark, if we miss this, We make for that, and while that lasts—o London, Thou Labyrinth that puzlest strictest search, Convenient Inns of Court, for highway Lawyers, How with rich wine, Tobacco, and sweet Wenches, we will canvas thy dark case. Come, we have a hundred pieces goodyet in the Bairn, they shall last us, and Sander a months mirth at least. Delicate vision. Exeunt. Ent. Ran. A Gale of wind did but creep over the bottom, and because I herd things stir, I stayed, 'twas twelvescore passed me. And the sweet clinks. All to night will be nothing, come we must shift, sfoot what a witty rogue 'twas to have, this fair thirteen pence halfpenny, and this old halter, intimating a tly. Had the hangman met us three, by these presages, Here had been his work, and here his wages. 'Tis done, and handsomely you. Yes. Yes. Why, at the battle of Prague. Why, l to me see: but come in company: let's fit sir. True Soldiers scorn unnecessary discourse, especially in Taverns. How? Shall we suffer this Sander? But where's our Corporal, Corporal, Corporal? A woodcock springed, let us but keep him in this bachavalian missed till morning, and it's done. That I was, and our brave mad crew, which for my sake you were pleased to make welcome. God's-foot if we miss him, how shall we keep our word with Sander Bloodhound in Fleetstreete after dinner at the Foum taine, he's out of cash, and thou knowest by Cutters Law, we are bound to relieve one another. Was ever the Like sat, 'sfoot when I put it in I was so wary, though it were midnight, that I watched till a cloud had masked the Moon, for fear she should have seen't. The Spanish fumes. The expected thing that bought the Bristol stone. I hear him coming up gingerly. Sir, you are victoriously welcome. Sir, I shall call it efie if you shall to vouchsa e to pledge me. O Sir, the deeper the sweeter ever. Well, for once take up the money, Give me a cup of Sack. And give me your hand sir, and because our Flemish Corporal was lately choked at Delph with a Flap dragon. Bear you his name and place, and be henceforth called Corporal Codshead. Let the health go round. Come, weel pay at Bar, and to the Miter in Bredstreete, weel make a mad night on't, please you sweet Ladies but to walk into Bredstreete, this gentleman has a foe is sleight supper, and he most ingenuously professes, it would appear to him, the Meridian Altitude of his de sired happiness, but to have the table decked with a pair of perfections, so exquisitely refulgent.
Plot summary
Plot — A Match at Midnight
Old Bloodhound is training his younger son Tim in the family pawnbroking business, since Alexander, the elder son, is a drunken wastrel. He intends to marry his daughter Mary to the informer Earlack, even though she prefers Ensign Young, while he himself will marry the young widow Wag. The widow has other suitors, including her servant Jarvis, but wants to get rid of them. She arranges a midnight assignation with Old Bloodhound, intending not to turn up. Jarvis arranges a substitute, and tells Bloodhound that his mistress has come incognito and must be addressed as Mistress Coot; in fact it really is a Mistress Coot, an old bawd, whom Bloodhound takes home that night in preparation for a wedding the next morning. Meanwhile, Mary plans to elope with Young that ' night, retrieving his mortgage from her father’s papers. 1622 The widow's Welsh suitor, Randall, hears about Mary and, though he has never met her, decides he prefers her to Wag. The servant Sim fixes Randall up with an assignation that night, but he ends up encountering Wag's maid, who is returning from a late errand and who also happens to be named Mary. Tim visits the tavern to give Alexander some pawn- money, and becomes enamoured of Sue Shortheels, thinking her a lady of noble descent. In fact, she is a prostitute. Alexander gets into the widow’s bedroom and hides under her bed, then forces her to agree to marry him by threatening to undress just as neighbours appear to be arriving. The various wedding plans unravel in the morning. Earlack has sneaked the opportunity to sleep with the widow — who is really Coot the bawd and a somewhat less desirable prospect in bed once seen in daylight. Meanwhile, Tim has married Sue, not knowing her true profession until it is too late, and Mary has married Young, to the dismay of Randall, who finds that he has accidentally married a servant. Only Alexander seems on course for the wedding he wants, until the widow points out that Jarvis has a prior claim: when he tried to seduce her months ago, she demanded that he should prove himself by living in her household as her servant. Now, however, she intends to honour her dead husband by never remarrying. Jarvis reveals his true identity: he is Wag himself, the widow’s husband, still alive, and satisfied that his ruse has proven his wife’s fidelity.