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A thousand thanks to heaven Sir For your safe, voyage, and return. Oh it's a kiss you would sir, Take it, and tie your tongue up. I told thee what thou hadst done, mischief go with thee, Think not so deer Uncle, I left her on her knees, thanking the gods With tears and prayers. She will not belong from you. If any thing in our poor powers fair sir To render you content, and liberal welcome May but appear, command it. It's strange That nothing can redeem him: rail him hence, Or sing him out in's own way, any thing To be delivered of him. What dost thou mean to do? What hast thou done? thou hast broke his neck. Go run for help. Run all, and all too little, Oh cursed beast that hurt him, run, run, fly, He will be dead else. Good friend go you too. Pox o'your Music, Ther's twelve pence for you. How do's he bear himself? I should be glad on't Sir. They are grounded Hereditary in him, from his father And to his grave they will haunt him. Planted in my heart Aunt? Believe it no, I never was so liberal: What though he show a so so comely fellow Which we call pretty? or say it may be handsome? What though his promises may stumble at The power of goodness in him, sometime use too? Reasonable Inclining to a tawny. Which may be mended: I have seen legs straiter. And cleaner made. Far neater, And better set together. I grant it's neat enough. All this You only use, to make me say I love him: I do confess I do, but that my fondness Should fling it self upon his desperate follies. No, no Aunt, no believe me. Fie Aunt, Upon my conscience. I'll be hanged first, But you must have your way. Enter Dorothea. How do you friend, I have a quarrel to you, You stole away, and left my company. Prithee how is he? thou speakest truth. Never: ha forgotten me, I hear wench, and his hight love too: And I am glad it should be so; his travels Have yielded him variety of Mistress's, Fairer in his eye far. I was a fool, but better thoughts I thank heaven. See me friend? do you think it fit? His so much contrary To my desires, such and antipathy That I must sooner see my grave. I grant it, For then I daily hoped his fair conversion. That mind I'll master then. Not to his person, But to his qualities, his madcap follies, Which still Like Hydras heads grow thicker on him. I have a credit friend, and maids of my sort, Love where their modesties may live untainted. From him? Have you seen it friend? For your sake, Not that I any way shall Like his scribbling. Now heaven bless me. Out, out upon him. Worse, worse, and worse still, Still fouler? Hay, hay boys: goodness keep me: o: Here, take your spell again, it burns my fingers. Was ever Lover writ so sweet a Letter, So elegant a style? pray look upon't: The rarest inventory of rank oaths That ever cutpurse cast. Only i'th bottom A little julip gently sprinkled over To cool his mouth, lest it break out in blisters, Indeed law. Yours for ever. You shall be welcome to me, eome when you please, And ever may command me virtuously, But for your brother, you must pardon me, Till I am of his nature, no access friend, No word of visitation, as you love me, And so for now I'll leave you. Exit. WHen comes he? Then get you up Doll, Away, I'll strait come to you: is all ready? You needs no more instruction? Speak softly, He is, and there he goes. How he itches? I have found it, Your brothor Thomas, Doll. Pray heavens he be not teasing. There he speaks sense, but isle assure you gentleman, I think no Wife of yours: at what hour was it? He's a good handsome fellow, Play not the fool. It's most certain I have now herd all, and all the truth. You look far better trust me, the fresh colour Creeps now again into his cheeks. Indeed it do's you harm sir. This air sir laying now seasoned you: will keep you ever. Sure, I know that voice well. Oh that this could be truth. I Like this well. Well Tom My Tom again, if this be truth. Now heaven defend. Say you so Sir. And are you there my Juggler Away we are abused Alice. A grease pot guild your fiddle strings: how do you, How is my deer? Are you so crafty sir? I shall meet with you, I knew your trick, and I was willing: my Tom, Mine own Tom, now to satisfy thee, welcome, welcome, Welcome my best friend to me, all my dearest. I think they are all gone. And you as craftily. Come, let's go in then lovingly: Oh my Scarf Tom. I lost it thereabouts, find it, and wear it As your poor Mistress favour. Exit. One parting word sweet Thomas, Though to save your credit, I discharged your Fiddler, I must not satisfy your folly too sir, Ye're subtle, but believe it Fox, i'll find you, The Surgeons will be here strait, roar again boy, And break thy legs for shame, thou wilt be sport else, Good night. Let the light stand far enough. Stay you to entertain him to his chamber, But keep close wench, he flies at all. Peace for shame. Prithee leave laughing. Out upon you Thomas What do you mean to do? isle call the house up, Oh God, I am sure you will not, shall not serve you, For up you go now, and you were my Father. Your courage will be cold anon. What would he do indeed Doll? Prithee leave laughing. Much good may it do you sir. Dor. Would, would, would, would, the devil Oh the devil. Byr' Lady, but you shall not sir, isle watch you. Open the doors before him: let him vanish. Now, let him come again, isle use him kinder How now Wench. What said he to thee. Alas poor Kate; isle give thee a new Petticoat, Draw in the bed Maids, And see it made again; put fresh sheets on too, For Doll. and I: come Wench, lets laugh and hour now, To morrow early, will we see young Cellide They say she has taken Sanctuary: love, & they Are thick sown, but come up so full of thistles. A match, but art not thou thy brother? Come, no more of that Doll. Exeunt. WHat a coil has this Fellow kept i'th' Nunnery Sure he has run the Abbess out of her wits. To what sir? Good sir, go sleep: for if I credit have She was in my arms, then, abed. Upon my troth exceeding Like, Now sir, for you & I to make the feast full. Come fool, I am friends now. And I next. You shall not Upon my faith, I love you now extremely, And now J'le kiss you. Why when we are married, we'll do more,