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I must kn ele do ne for fashion too? I loved my father well too; but to say, Nay now, I would not marry for her death? Sure I should speak false Latin; should I not? Idem as soon vow never to come in Bed. Tut? Women must live by the quick, and not by the dead. Heres a puling indeed! I think my Mother weeps for all the women that ever buried husbands: for if from time to time all the Widowers tears in England had been bottled up, I do not think all would have filled a three-halfe-penny Bot tle; Alas a small matter bucks a handkercher,—and some times the spittle stands to nigh Saint Thomas a Waterings; well, I can mourn in good sober sort as well as another? but where I spend one tear for a dead Father, I could give twenty kisses for a quick husband. Idem thought to steal a marriage, would his tongue Had dropped out when he blabt it. That's not I yet! Dumb? out alas: 'tis the worst pain of all for a Woe man, Idem rather be mad, or run naked, or any thing: dumb? Dumb? I'll speak as much as ever I can possible be before evening? Dumb, and not marry, worse, Neither to speak, nor kiss, a double curse? No he's afraid of a chain! Who's there? Who Sir John Penidub Oh you're and early cock ifayth, who would have thought you to be so rare a stirrer. No by my faith Sir John, I'll keep you down, for you Knights are very dangerous if once you get above. I'faith you shall stay, for Sir John you must note the nature of the Climates your Northern wench in her own Country may well hold out till she be fifteen, but if she touch the South once, and up to London, here the Chimes go presently after twelve. And I wondered most of all that I, should be tied from marriage having such a mind too't, come S. John Pennydub, fair weather on our side the moon has chaingd since yester night. Not Marry: forswear Marriage? why all women know it's as honourable a thing as to lie with a man; and I to spite my Sisters vow the more, have entertainde a suitor all ready a fine gallant Knight of the last Feather, he says he will Coach me too, and well appoint me, allow me money to Dice withal, and many such pleasing protestations he sticks upon my lips; indeed his short-winded Father ith' Country is wondrous wealthy, a most abominable Farmer, and therefore he may do e in time: troth I'll venture upon him; women are not without ways now to help themselves if he prove wise and good as his word, why I shall love him, and use him kindly: and if he prove and Ass, why in a quarter of and hours warning I can transform him into and Ox;—there comes in my Relief again. How now? what's the news? Sir John Penny-Dub? where? where? Ha my Mother seen him yet. Direct him hither softly, good Frailty, —I'll meet him half way. It's happiness my Mother saw him not: Oh we come good Sir Joham. Nay the Fates forsend that I should anger the fashion? Trust me, very pretty, and moving, you're worthy on't sir,— Oh my Mother, my Mother, now she's here, Weel steal into the Gallery. How knows he that, what, has some Devil told him? A double torment. And I vowed never to be such and Ass, but to marry. what a cross Fortune's this? I am glad, I have the use of my tongue yet: though of no thing else, I shall find the way to marry too, I hope shortly. Pray Sir John Pennydub, let it be deferred awhile, I have as big a heart to marry as you can have; but as the Fortune teler tolld me. And then he told me moreover Sir John, that the breach of it, kept my Father in Purgatory. Thy Father's death? is the old Farmer dead? And two white Horses with black Feathers to draw it? A guarded Lackey to run befor't, and pied liveries to come trashing after't. And to let me have money in my purse to go whither I will. Then come, what so ere comes on't, weel be made sure together before the Maids a'the Kitchen. Do you follow him, I'll not be long after. And I Sir John with soul, heart, lights and all. And you'll keep your word with me now, Sir John. that I shall have my Coach and my Coachman? there meets them a Noble man, Sir Oliver Muckil, worser Sir Andrew Tipstaff.