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True; and for them to be stayed—. I know somewhat: And can assure you, from the Doctors mouth, She has a Dropsy; and must change the air, Before she can recover. The Doctor says so. Eeene my Ladies Doctor: The neat house-Doctor: But a true stone-Doctor. Yes Madam. Oh Mr. Time Item, His learned Apothecary! you are welcome: He is within at dinner. Why, can any business Concern a man Like his meat? In, in, sweet Item, And furnish forth the Table with your news: Deserve your dinner: Sow out your whole bag full: The Guests will hear it. But they are pieced, and put together again, You may go in, you'll find them at high eating: The Parson has and edifying stomach, And a persuading Palate (Like his name:) He hath begun three draughts of sack in Doctrines, And four in Uses. No, Sir Diaphanous is a Recusant In sack. He only takes it in French wine, With and allay of water. In in, Item, And leave your peeping. At the boards end my Lady—. Yes, the Parson On the right hand (as he'll not loose his place For thrusting) and against him Mrs. Polish: Next, Sir Diaphanous, against Sir Moath; Knights, one again another: Then the Soldier, The man of war, and man of peace the Lawyer: Then the port Doctor, and the politic Bias, And Mr. Compass circumscribeth all. What noise is that within? Mischief of men! what day, what hour is this? Here. Where is the Doctor? Good Mother, piece up this breach; I'll give you a new Gown, A new silke-Grogoran Gown. I'll do't Mother. Good Mother, I know it, but the best would now be made on't. TRoth Mr. Item, here's a house divided, And quartered into parts, by your Doctors engine. H'has cast out such aspersions on my Ladies Niece here, of having had a Child; as hardly Will be wiped off, I doubt. True! did you think it? More you wronged the party; She had no such thing about her, innocent creature! See it, and then report it. Cracked in the case, most hugely, with my Lady, And sad Sir Moath, her brother; who is now Under a cloud a little. He is committed to Rud-hudibras, The Captain Ironside, upon displeasure, From Mr. Compass, but it will blow off. Good, Needle and Nodle! what may't be? I long for't. Any thing, to serve The worship of the man I love and honour. And called her Niece again, and viewed her Linen. I have linen breeks on. Yes, I see Who hides the treasure yonder. And whom she hides it for. A fine she spirit it is, and Indian Magpie. She was and Alderman's Widow, and fell in love With our Sir Moath, my Ladies brother. And she has hid and Alderman's estate; Dropped through her bill in little holes, in the Garden, And scrapes earth over them; where none can spy But I, who see all by the Glowworms light, That creeps before. How do you Ladybird? so hard at work, still? What's that you say? Do you bid me walk, sweet Bird? And tell our Knight? I will. How? walk knave, walk? I think you are angry with me How? and dropped twice so many— In the old Well? I will go try the truth of it. have you no hurt? That's nothing.