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About my living fit. Will you fell your findings my Lord? Orels 'tis shallow indeed, for they are foundered already, but I must play Don, and draw them all out o'th mire, Whats a clock my Lord? Show perryall and tak't, but come my Lord you have stood fooling long enough, will you about your business in good earnest? Why, are women called Angels but because they de light in good deeds, and love heaven, but that it will not be wone without them. Here's a new kind of courting, never seen before J think. Why did you command him close prisoner to your chamber. Madam the Gundelo is ready. Yes, madam, J have God his hair, if I could come as eam sily by his wit. What two are they Madam? No Lady but in arms, and you had need of them too, for see the enemy comes down, shall I found a parlee The better, for women would have their lovers unready choose. I have not seen a fool so handsomely shifted in We nice. And out of mind to, or else you have not the mind of a true woman. No sir, looking into the underofficers about the Court. I sir, my betters get good livings out of officers, and why not I? but to be plain, I have been seeking your good Lordship. And I were a man as I am no woman, id'e pepper your box for that jest. In earnest law I would Madam. And may you madam Like a soldier sleep. Gentle madam no, but he is a man. Man is a proper name to a man, and so he may be a proper man. SWeet honey candy madam, if it be no forfeit to tell tales out of Cupid's free school, tell what proficient your lo ver Aspero proves. I faith Lady then I know what J know Marry that if you never forget him, you shall ever remem ber him, was he never in your chamber You may do well to kiss him, and make him bold Madam. Oh dry jest, all the wit in your head will scarce make sippits in't, what a ground? and such a fair landing place? get a shore, or be rank amongst fools for ever. Slight and thou hast any wit, now show her thy sting. The buzzards wit's not so bald yet I tro. Yes faith Madam. Or else it holds not the true temper of woman hood, but faith tell me Madam, do you love him? Oh that he knew Lady. You called him fool, but me thinks he proves a physician, has found the disease of your liver, by the complexion of your looks, but see he returns. Oh monstrous, a wishes you choked my Lord. I choked? for a wishes the traitor in your throat, and he's a very small traitor that is not able to choke a wiser man then your Lordship. I, down with him, if he stick in your throat, and spare not. Nay you take a course, to anger him first J think. Why did you set him so light then? If I had any knave ̄ ry in me, as J am all honesty, I could make a notable scene of mirth betwixt these two Amorists. I marry Lady; why now you credit your sex: a woman's ho nor or humour should be Like a ship under sail, split her keel ere she veil. Enter Boy. It shall be done madam. Exit. Is a dead in earnest? Oh madam, many a good thing has been buried quick and sur uiu'd again, I would be buried quick my self, and I might choose my graven. Good gentleman, and I be not sorry for him: who is his keeper? Uds foot lets enlarge him, Not possible weel coufen his keeper. Cannot! we can: your father made a Lord of him, but be ruled by me, his daughter shall make a fool of him: you are not the first woman has made a fool of a wiser Lord then he is. As palpably as at the Lottery, my brains are in labour of the stratagem already. If I should, he could not hang me for 'tis not worth thirteen pence half penny but what shall I do with it? That shall J madam, Oh forward age, I am a man already: how do you Like me Lady? Then leaue't of, if you be grounded in the plot, You will but mar the Comedy. Udsfoot to her, can a woman offer fairer for't? To span-counter, best ask her and sheele go to Coits. Blind men buff? would, would, would, Who but the Author? What shall we have to blind him? There's a simple favour for you. Lord what scambling shift has he made for a kiss and can not get in neither; a little higher, so, so, so, are you blind my Lord? Take heed of his dart madam, he comes upon you, Has she not a sweet breath my Lord? And a soft lip? Here. She's escaped indeed my Lord, you may cast your cap after her, for I see you can do no other good upon his. Kiss her and let her go. And you had need so, for I think you are almost out of breath, if you be not, you shall be, and thats as good, but breathe and spare not. Are you in breath my Lord? A fair miss i'faith. In the corner of the left hand; udsfoot beware shins my Lord, Indeed loves sons Like spaniels are all born blind, Faith let go my Lord, for she grows sullen, and you had as good talk to a post, and as good answer twould make you. As if you had served for't, any man may set up under his copy without a protection. Yes faith my Lord, my Lady has had my attendance to a hair. If not mine, some bodies else: there's one has done— Nay nothing, but what my Lady was very well content with. Sand! Oh excellent word in a woman! Hold! up with that word, and 'tis as good as the other. Madam, I wonder they enter not. Oh cowards and have two such fair breaches already, Peace, Oh coward, offer peace and but two to two of them. Farewell sweet heart. Boy, go know what strange gentleman that is Tut, J can tell you a trick, worth two of that: madam, your ear, take some care in the managing, and let me alone to pre pare it. She loves him for his properties, and indeed many women love men only to make properties of them.