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Stay Mr. Needle, you do prick too fast upon the business: I must take some breath: Lend me my stool, you have drawn a stitch upon me, In faith, son Needle, with your haste. Go, get a Nurse, procure her at what rate You can: and out o'th'house with it, son Needle. It is a bade Commodity. And shall: you should not fret so, Mrs. Polish, Nor you Dame Keep; my Daughter shall do well, When she has taken my Cawdle. I have known Twenty such breaches pieced up, and made whole, Without a bum of noise. You two fallen out? And tear up one another? I, here's a chance fallen out You cannot help; less can this Gentlewoman; I can and will, for both. First, I have sent By-chop away; the cause gone, the fame ceases. Then by my Cawdle, and my Cullice, I set My Daughter on her feet, about the house here: She's young, and must stir somewhat for necessity, Her youth will bear it out. She shall pretend, To-have had a fit o'the Mother: there is all. If you have but a Secretary Laundress, To blanch the Linen—Take the former counsels Into you; keep them safe in your own breasts; And make your Merkat of them at the highest. Will you go peach, and cry yourself a fool At Granam's Cross? be laughed at, and despised Betray a purpose, which the Deputy Of a double Ward, or scarce his Alderman, With twelve of the wisest Questmen could find out, Employed by the Authority of the City? Come, come, be friends: and keep these women-matters, Smock-secrets to our selves, in our own verge. We shall mar all, if once we open the mysteries OF the Tiring-house, and tell what's done within: No Theaters are more cheated with appearances, Or these shop-lights, then the Ages, and folk in them, That seem most curious. Rise, She does begin to melt, I see it—. No more rehearsals; Repetitions Make things the worse: The more we stir (you know The Proverb, and it signifies a) stink. What's done, and dead, let it be buried. New hours will fit fresh handles, to new thoughts. See, who's here? she has been with my Lady; who kissed her, all to kissed her, twice or thrice. Not I, My Cawdle has done it. Thank my Cawdle heartily. Thanks Mrs. Polish. Pleasance steps out. The Gentleman's fallen mad!