The late Lancashire vvitches A well received comedy, lately acted at the Globe on the Banke-side, by the Kings Majesties Actors. Written, by Thom. Heyvvood, and Richard Broome.

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The late Lancashire vvitches A well received comedy, lately acted at the Globe on the Banke-side, by the Kings Majesties Actors. Written, by Thom. Heyvvood, and Richard Broome.
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ACTVS, IIII. SCAENA, I. (Book 4)

Enter Mistresse Generous and Robin.

KNow you this gingling bridle, if you see't agen? I wanted but a paire of gingling spurs to make you mend your pace, and put you into a sweat.

Robin.

Yes, I have reason to know it after my

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hard journey, they say there be light women, but for your owne part, though you be merry. Yet I may be sorry for your heavi∣nesse.

Mrs. Gener.

I see thou art not quite tyr'd by shaking of thy selfe, 'tis a signe that as thou hast brought mee hither, so thou art able to beare mee backe, and so you are like good Robert. You will not let me have your masters gelding, you will not. Wel fir, as you like this journey, so deny him to me hereafter.

Rob.

You say well mistresse, you have jaded me (a pox take you for a jade.) Now I bethinke my selfe how damnably did I ride last night, and how divellishly have I bin rid now.

Mrs.

Doe you grumble you groome? Now the bridl's of, I turne thee to grazing gramercy my good horse, I have no bet∣ter provender for thee at this time, thou hadst best like Aesops Asse to feed upon Thistles, of which this place will affoord thee plenty. I am bid to a better banquet, which done, ile take thee up from grasse, spur •…•…utt, and •…•…ake a short cutt home. Farewell.

Robin.

A pox upon your tayle.

Enter all the Witches and Mal, at seve∣rall dores.
All.

The Lady of the feast is come, welcome, welcome.

Mrs.

Is all the cheare that was prepared to grace the wed∣ding feast, yet come?

Gooddy Dick
part of it's here. The other we must pull for. But whats hee?
Mrs.

My horse, my horse, ha, ha, ha.

All.

Ha, ha, ha.

Exeunt
Rob.

My horse, my horse, I would I were now some country Major, and in authority, to see if I would not venter to rowze your Satanicall sisterhood: Horse, horse, see thou be, & where •…•… point thee, ca•…•…y me: is that the trick on't? the divel himselfe shall be her carrier next if I can shun her: & yet my Mr. will not be∣leeve theres any witches: theres no ru•…•…ning away; for I neither know how nor whether, besides to my thinking, theres a deepe di•…•…ch, & a hye quick-set about mee, how shall I passe the time? What place is this? it looks like an old barne: ile peep in at some cranny or other, and try if I can see what they are doing. Such a bevy of beldames did I never behold; and 〈◊〉〈◊〉.

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like so many Cormorants: Marry choke you with a mis∣chiefe.

Gooddy Dickison.

Whoope, whurre, heres a sturre, never a cat, never a curre, but that we must have this demurre.

Mal.

A second course.

Mrs. Gen.
Pull, and pull hard For all that hath lately bin prepar'd For the great wedding feast.
Mal.
As chiefe. Of Doughtyes Surloine of rost Beefe.
All.

Ha, ha, ha.

Meg.

'Tis come, 'tis come.

Mawd.

Where hath it all this while beene?

Meg
Some Delay hath kept it, now 'tis here, For bottles next of wine and beere, The Merchants cellers they shall pay fo•…•…'t.
Mrs. Gener.
Well, What sod or rost meat more, pray tell.
Good. Dick
Pul for the Poultry, Foule, & Fish, For emptie shall not be a dish.
Robin.

A pox take them, must only they feed upon hot meat, and I upon nothing but cold sallads

Mrs. Gener.
This meat is tedious, now some Farie, Fetch what belongs unto the Dairie.
Mal.
Thats Butter, Milk, Whey, Curds and Cheese, Wee nothing by the bargaine leese.
All.

Ha, ha, ha.

Goody Dickison.

Boy, theres meat for you.

Boy.

Thanke you.

Gooddy Dickis

And drinke too.

Meg.

What Beast was by thee hither rid?

Mawd.

A Badger nab.

Meg.
And I bestrid A Porcupine that never prickt.
Mal.
The dull sides of a Beare I kickt. I know how you rid Lady Nan,
Mrs. Gen,

Ha, ha, ha, upon the knave my man.

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Rob.

A murrein take you, I am sure my hoofes payd for't.

Boy.

Meat lie there, for thou hast no taste, and drinke there, for thou hast no relish, for in neither of them is there either salt or savour.

All.

Pull for the posset, pull.

Robin.

The brides posset on my life, nay if they come to their spoone meat once, I hope theil breake up their feast presently.

Mrs. Gen.
So those that are our waiters nere, Take hence this Wedding cheere. We will be lively all, and make this barn our hall.
Gooddy Dick.
You our Familiers, come. In speech let all be dumbe, And to close up our Feast, To welcome every gest A merry round let's daunce.
Meg.
Some Musicke then ith aire Whilest thus by paire and paire, We nimbly foot it; strike.
Musick.
Mal.

We are obeyd.

Sprite.

And we hels ministers shall lend our aid.

Dance and Song together. In the time of which the Boy speakes.
Boy.

Now whilest they are in their jollitie, and do not mind me, ile steale away, and shift for my selfe, though I lose my life for't.

Exit.
Meg.
Enough, enough, now patt, To see the brides vext heart, The bridegroomes too and all, That vomit up their gall For lacke o'th wedding chere.
Gooddy Dickison.

But stay, wheres the Boy, looke out, if he e∣scape us, we are all betrayed.

Meg.
No following further, yonder horsemen come, In vaine is our pursuit, let's breake up court.
Gooddy Dickison.

Where shall we next met?

Mawd.

At Mil•…•…

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Meg.

But when?

Mrs.

At Night.

Meg.

To horse, to horse.

2.

VVhere's my Mamilian.

1.

And my Incubus.

Robin stands amaz'd at this.
3.

My Tyger to bestri'd.

Mal.

My Puggie.

Mrs. Gen.

My horse.

All.
Away, away, The night we have Feasted, now comes on the day.
Mrs.
Come sirrah, stoope your head like a tame jade, VVhil'st I put on your Bridle.
Rob.

I pray Mistresse ride me as you would be rid.

Mrs.

That's at full speed,

Rob.

Nay then Ile try Conclusions.

Mare Mare, see thou be, And where I point thee carry me.
A great noyse within at their parting. Exeunt.
Enter Mr. Generous, making him ready.
Gen.
I see what Man is loath to entertaine, Offers it selfe to him most frequently, And that which we most covet to embrace, Doth seldome court us, and proves most averse; For I, that never coo'd conceive a thought Of this my woman worthy a rebuke, (As one that in her youth bore her so fairely That she was taken for a seeming Saint) To render me such just occasion, That I should now distrust her in her age; Distrust! I cannot, that would bring me in The poore aspersion of fond jealousie; VVhich even from our first meeting I abhorr'd. The Gentile fashion sometimes we observe To sunder beds; but most in these hot monthes Iune, Iuly August, so we did last night. Now I (as ever tender of her health) And therefore rising early as I use, Entring her Chamber to bestow on her A custom'd Visite; finde the Pillow swell'd,

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Vnbruis'd with any weight, the sheets unruffled, The Curtaines neither drawne, nor bed layd down; Which showes, she slept not in my house to night. Should there be any contract betwixt her And this my Groome, to abuse my honest trust; I should not take it well, but for all this Yet cannot I be jealous. Robin•…•…
Enter Robin.
Gen.
Is my horse safe, lusty, and in good plight? What, feeds he well?
Rob.

Yes sir, he's broad buttock'd and full flanck'd, he doth not bate an ace of his flesh.

Gen.

When was he rid last?

Rob.

Not sir since you backt him.

Gen.
•…•…irrah, take heed I finde you not a Knave, Have you not lent him to your Mistresse late? So late as this last Night?
Rob.

Who I sir, may I dye sir, if you finde me in a lye sir.

Gener.

Then I shall finde him where I left him last.

Robin.

No doubt Sir.

Gener.

Give me the Key o'th Stable.

Robin.

There Sir.

Gen.
Sirrah, your Mistresse was abroad all night, Nor is she yet come home, if there I finde him not, I shall finde thee, what to this present houre I never did suspect; and I must tell theee Will not be to thy profit.
Exit.
Rob.

Well sir, finde what you can, him you shall finde, and what you finde else; it may befor that, instead of Gramercy horse, you may say Gramercy Robin; you will beleeve there are no Witches! had I not been late brideled, I coo'd have sayd more, but I hope she is ty'd to the racke that will confesse some∣thing, and though not so much as I know, yet no more then I dare justifie—

Enter Generous.

Have you found your Gelding sir?

Gen.

Yes, I have.

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Rob.

I hope not spurr'd, nor put into a sweat, you 'may see by his plump belly and fleeke legs he hath not bin sore travail'd.

Gener.
Y'are asawcy Groome to receive horses Into my Stable, and not aske me leave. Is't for my profit to buy Hay and Oates For every strangers jades?
Rob.

I hope sir you find•…•… none feeding there but your owne, if there be any you suspect, they have nothing to champeon, but the Bridle.

Gener.

Sirrah, whose jade is that ty'd to the Racke?

Rob.

The Mare you meane sir?

Gener.

Yes, that old Mare.

Rob.

Old doe you call her? You shall finde the marke still in her mouth, when the Bridle is out of it? I can assure you 'tis your owne Beast.

Gen.
A beast thou art to tell me so, hath the wine Not yet left working? not the Myter wine? That made thee to beleeve VVitchera•…•…t? Prithee perswade me, To be a d unken Sot like to thy selfe; And not to know mine owne.
Rob.

Ile not perswade you to any thing, you will beleeve nothing but what you see, I say the Beast is your owne, and you have most right to keepe her, shee hath cost you more the currying, then all the Combs in your Stable are worth. You have paid for her Provender this twentie yeares and upwards, and furnisht her with all the 〈◊〉〈◊〉 that she hath worne, of my Knowledge, and because she hath been ridden hard the last Night, doe you renounce her now?

Gener.
Sirrah, I feare some stolne jade of your owne That you would have me keepe.
Rob.

I am sure I •…•…ound her no •…•…ade the l•…•…st time I rid her, she carried me the best part of a hundred Miles in lesse then a quar∣ter of an houre.

Gener.

The divell she did!

Robin.

Yes so I say, •…•…ither the d•…•…ell or she did; an't please you 〈◊〉〈◊〉 in and take off her 〈◊〉〈◊〉, and then tell me who hath more right to her, you or •…•….

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Gen.
VVell Robert, for this once Ile play the Groome, And doe your office for you.
Exit.
Rob.

I pray doe Sir, but take heed lest when the Bridle is out of her mouth, she put it not into yours; if she doe, you are a gone man: if she but say once▪ Horse, horse, see thou be. Be you rid (if you please) for me.

Enter Mr. Generous and Mrs. Generous, he with a Bridle.
Gen.
My blood is turn'd to Ice, and my all vitals Have ceas'd their working! dull stupidity Surpriseth me at once, and hath arrested That vigorous agitation; VVhich till now Exprest a life within me: I me thinks Am a meere Marble statue, and no man; Vnweave my age O time, to my first thread; Let me loose fiftie yeares in ignorance spent: That being made an infant once againe, I may begin to know, what? or where am I To be thus lost in wonder.
Mrs. Gen.

Sir.

Gen.
Amazement still pursues me, how am I chang'd Or brought ere I can understand my selfe, Into this new VVorld.
Rob.

You will beleeve no VVitches?

Gen.
This makes me beleeve all, I any thing; And that my selfe am nothing: prithee Robin Lay me to my 〈◊〉〈◊〉 open, what art thou, Or this new transform'd Creature?
Rob.

I am Robin, and this your wife, my Mrs.

Gen,
Tell me the Earth Shall leave it's seat, and mount to kisse the Moone; Or that the Moone enamour'd of the Earth, Shall leave her spheare, to stoope to us thus low. VVhat? what's this in my hand, that at an instant Can from a foure leg'd Creature, make a thing So like a wife?
Rob.

A Bridle, •…•… •…•…ugling Bridle Sir.

Gen.
A Bridle, hence inchantment,

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A Viper were more safe within my hand Then this charm'd Engine
Casts it a∣way. Robin takes it up.
Rob.

Take heed Sir what you do, if you cast it hence, and she catch it up, we that are here now, may be rid as far as the Indies within these few houres, Mistresse down of your Mares bones, or your Mary-bones whether you please, and confesse your selfe to be what you are; and that's in plaine English a Witch, a grand notorius Witch.

Gen.

A Witch! my wife a Witch!

Rob.

So it appeares by the storie.

Gener.
The more I strive to unwinde My selfe from this Meander, I the more Therein am intricated; prithee woman Art thou a Witch?
Mrs.

It cannot be deny'd, I am such a curst Creature.

Gen.
Keep aloofe, and doe not come too neare me, O my trust; Have •…•… since first I understood my selfe, Bin of my soule so charie, still to studie What best was for it's health, to renounce all The workes of that black Fiend with my best force And hath that Serpent twin'd me so about, That I must lye so often and so long With a Divell in my bosome!
Mrs.

Pardon sir.

Gen.
Pardon! Can such a thing as that be hop'd? Lift up thine eyes (lost woman) to yo•…•… Hils; It must be thence expected: look not down Vnto that horrid dwelling, which thou hast sought At such deare rate to purchase, prithee tell me, (For now I can beleeve) art thou a Witch?
Mrs.

I am.

Gen.
VVith that word I am thunderstrooke, And know not what to answer, yet resolve me Hast thou mad•…•… any contract with that Fiend The Enemy of Mankind?
Mrs.

O I have.

Gen.

What? and how farre?

Mrs.

I have promis'd him my soule.

Gen.
Ten thousand times better thy Body had

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Bin promis'd to the Stake, I and mine too, To have suffer'd with thee in a hedge of flames: Then such a compact •…•…ver had bin made. Oh—
Rob.

What chee•…•…e sir, show your selfe a man, though she ap∣pear'd so late a Beast; Mistresse confesse all, better here than in a worse place, out with it.

Gen.

Resolve me, how farre doth that contract stretch?

Mrs.
What inter•…•…st in this Soule, my selfe coo'd claime I freely gave him, but his part that made it I still reserve, not being mine to give.
Gen.
O cunning Divell, foolish woman know Where he can clayme but the least little part, He will usurpe rhe whole; th•…•… art a lost woman.
Mrs.

I hope not so.

Gen.

Why hast thou any hope?

Mrs.

Yes Sir I have.

Gen.

Make it appeare to me.

Mrs.
I hope I never bargain'd for that fire, Further then penitent teares have power to quench.
Gen.

I would see some of them.

Mrs.
You behold them now. (If you looke on me with charitable eyes) Tinctur'd in blood, blood issuing from the heart, Sir I am sorry; when I looke towards Heaven I beg a gracious Pardon; when on you Me thinkes your Native goodnesse should not be Lesse pittifull than they: 'gainst both I have err'd, From both I beg attonement.
Gener.

May I presum't?

Mrs.

I kneele to both your Mercies.

Gener.

Know'st thou what a VVitch is?

Mrs.
Alas, None better, Or after mature recollection can be More sad to thinke on't.
Gen.
Tell me, are those teares As full of true hearted penitence, As mine of sorrow, to behold what state

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What desperate state th'art falne in.
Mrs.

Sir they are.

Gen.
Rise, and as I doe, so heaven pardon me; We all offend, but from such falling off, Defend us. Well, I doe remember wife, When I first tooke thee, 'twas for good and bad; O change thy bad to good, that I may keep thee, As th•…•…n we past our faiths, till Death us sever. I will not aggravate thy griefe too much, By Needles iteration: Robin hereafter Forget thou hast a tongue, if the least Syllable Of what hath past be rumour'd, you loose me; But if I finde you faithfull, you gaine me ever.
Rob.
A match sir, you shall finde me as mute as if I had the Bridle still in my mouth.
Gen.
O woman thou had'st need to weepe thy selfe Into a fountaine, such a penitent spring As may have power to quench invisible flames In which my eyes shall ayd•…•…; too little all, If not too little, all's forgiven, forgot; Only thus much remember, thou had'st extermin'd Thy selfe out of the blest society Of Saints and Angels, but on thy repentance I take thee to my Bosome, once againe, My wife, sister, and daughter: saddle my Gelding, Some businesse that may hold me for two dayes Calls me aside.
Ex•…•…unt.
Rob.

I shall Sir, well now my Mistresse hath promis'd to give over her Witchery, I hope though I still continue her man, yet she will make me no more her journey-man; to prevent which the first thing I doe shall be to burne the Bridle, and then a∣way with the Witch.

Exit.
Enter Arthur and Doughty.
A•…•…th.

Sir you have done a right noble courtesie, which de∣serves a memory, as long as the name of friendship can beare mention.

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Dough.

What I have done, I ha'done, if it be well, 'tis well, J doe not like the bouncing of good Offices, if the little care I have taken shall doe these poore people good, I have my end in't, and so my reward.

Enter Bantam.
Bant.

Now Gentlemen, you seeme very serious.

Arth.

'Tis true we are so, but you are welcome to the know∣ledge of our affayres.

Bant.

How does thine Vncle and Aunt, Gregory and his si∣ster, the Families of Seelyes agree yet, can you tell?

Arth.

That is the businesse, the Seely houshold is divided now.

Bant.

How so I pray?

Arth.
You know, and cannot but with pitty know Their miserable condition, how The good old couple were abus'd, and how The young abut'd themselves; if we may say That any of hem are their selves at all Which sure we cannot, nor approve them fit To be their owne disposers, that would give The governance of such a house and living Into their Vassailes hands, to thrust them out on't VVithout or Law or order, this consider'd This Gentleman and my selfe have taken home By faire entreaty, the old folkes to his house, The •…•…oung to mine, untill some wholesome order By the judicious of the Common-wealth, Shall for their persons and estate be taken.
Bant.
But what becomes of Lawrénce and his Parnell? The lusty couple, what doe they now?
Dough.

•…•…as poore folks, they are as farre to seeke of how they doe, or what they doe, or what they should doe, as any of the rest, they are all growne Ideots, and till some of these dam∣nable jades, with their divellish devises bee found out, tod s∣charme them, no remedy can be found, I mean to lay the Coun∣try for their Hagships, and if J can anticipate the purpose, of their grand Mr. Divell to confound'em before their lease be out, be sure ile do 't▪

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A shout within.
Cry.

A Skimington, a Skimmington, a Skimington.

Dough.

Whats the matter now, is Hell broke loose?

Enter Mr Shakstone.
Arth.

Tom Shakstone, how now, canst tell the newes?

Sha.

The news, ye heare it up i'th aire, do you not?

Within.

A Skimington, a Skimington, a Skimington.

Sha.

Hearke ye, do you not heare it? theres a Skimington, to∣wards gentlemen.

Dou.

Ware Wedlocke hoe.

Bant.

At whose suit I prithee is Don Skimington come to towne.

Sha.

Ile tell you gentlemen, since you have taken home old Seely and his wife to your house, and you their son and daugh∣ter to •…•…ours, the house-keepers Lawrence, and his late bride Parnell are fallen out by themselves.

Arth.

How prithee?

Sha.

The quarell began they say upon the wedding night, and in the bride bed.

Bant.

For want of bedstaves?

Sha.

No but a better implement it seemes the bridegroome was unprovided of, a homely tale to tell.

Dou.

Now out upon her shee has a greedy worme in her, I have heard the fellow complain'd on, for an over mickle m•…•…n a∣mong the maids.

Arth.

Is his haste to goe to bed at afternoone come to this now?

Dough.

Witchery, witcher•…•…, more witcherie still flat and plaine witchery. Now do I thinke upon the codpeece point the young jade gave him at the wedding: shee is a witch, and th•…•… was a charme, if there be any in the World.

Arth.

A ligatory point.

Bant.

Alas poore Lawrence.

Sha.

He's comming to make his mone to you about it, and sh•…•… too, since you have taken their masters & mistresses to your care, you must do them right too.

Dough.

Marry but ile not undertake her at these yeares, if lusty Lawrence cannot do't.

Bant.

But has she beaten him?

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Sha.

Grievously broke his head in I know not how many places: of which the hoydens have taken notice, and will have a Ski•…•…mington on horse-backe presently. Looke ye, here comes both plaintiffe and defendant.

Enter Lawrence and Parnell.
Dough

How now Lawrence, what has thy wedlock brought thee already to thy night-cap?

Lawr.

Yie gadwat sir, I ware wadded but aw to seun.

〈◊〉〈◊〉.

Han yeou reeson to complayne or ay trow yeou gaffer Downought? Wa warth the day that ever I wadded a Dow∣nought.

Ar. Ban. Sha.

Nay hold Parnel hold.

Dough.

We have heard enough of your valour already, wec know you have beaten him, let that suffice.

Parn.

Ware ever poore mayden betrayed as a•…•… ware unto a swagbellied Carle that cannot aw waw that cannot.

•…•…ou.

What saies she?

Dou.

I know not, she catterwawles I think. Parnel be patient good Parnell, and a little modest too, 'tis not amisse, wee know not the relifh of every eare that heares vs, lets talke within our selves. Whats the defect? Whats the impediment? Lawrence has had a lusty name among the Batch•…•…llors.

Par.

What he ware when he ware a Batchelor, I know bet∣ter than the best maid ith tawne. I wad I had not.

Ar. Ba. Sha.

Peace Parnell.

Par.

'Tware that, that cossen'd me, he has not now as he had than?

Ar. Ba. Sha.

Peace good Parnell.

Parn.

For then he could, •…•…nt now he connot, he connot.

Ar. Ba. Sha

Fie Parnel fie.

Par.

I say agean and agean, hee connot, he connot.

Ar. Ba Sha.

Alas poore •…•…arnel.

Par.

I am not a bit the be•…•…ter for him sin wye ware wad. Cries

Dou.

Heres good stuff•…•… for a jurie of women to passe upon.

Arth.
But Parnel, why have you beaten him so grievously? What would you have him doe in this case?
Dou.

He's out of a doing case it seemes.

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Par.

Marry sir, and beat him will •…•… into his grave, or backe to the Priest, and be unwaddded agone, for I wonot bee baund to lig with him and live with him the laife of an honest woman for aw the layves good i'Loncoshire.

Dou.

An honest woman: thats a good mind Parnel What say you to this Lawrence?

Law.

Keepe her of o'me, and I shan teln •…•…eou, and she be by I am no body: But keep her off and search me, let me be searcht as never witch was searcht, and finde ony thing mor or lasse upo me than a sufficient mon shold have, and let me be hon•…•… by't.

Art.

Do you heare this Parnell?

Par.

Ah leear, leear, deell tacke the leear, troist yee and hong yee.

Dou.
Alasse it is too plaine, the poore fellow is bewitcht. Heres a plaine Maleficium versus hanc now.
Ar.

And so is she bewitcht too into this immodesty.

Ban.

She would never talke so else

Law.

I prayn yeow gi' me the lere o'that Latine sir.

Dough.

The meaning is, you must get halfe a dozen bastards Within this twelvemoneth, and that will mend your next ma∣riage.

Law.

And I thought it would ma' Parnel, love me i'd be sure on't, and gang about it now right.

Sha.

Y'are soone provided it seems for such a journey.

Dou

Best tarry till thy head be whole Lawrence.

Pa.
Nay, nay, ay's white casten away ent I be vnwadded agen•…•… And then ine undertack to find 3 better husbands in a bean cod.
Sha.

Hear•…•…e gentleme•…•…, the shew is comming.

Ar.

What shall we stay & see't.

Ban.

O by all means Gent.

Dou.

'Tis best to have these away first.

Par.

Nay mary shan eou not sir, I heare yeou well e•…•…ogh, & I con the meaning o'the show well enogh, & I stay not the show & see not the show, & •…•…a'one i'the show, let me be honckt up for a show ile ware them to mel or ma with a woman that mels or mae's with a testril a longie, a dow little losell that connot, & if I skim not their skimingtons cockskeam for't, ma that warplin boggle me a week lonker, & thats a curse eno'for any wife I tro.

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from the boord, and yet for ought I can see I am never a whit the neerer What not one kisse at parting 〈◊〉〈◊〉?

Mrs.
Well Cozen this is all you have to do: Retire the Gallants to some privat roome, Where call for wine, and junckets what you please, Th•…•…n thou shalt need to do no •…•…ther thing Than what this note directs thee, observe that An trouble me no farther.
Whet.

Very good, I like this beginning well: for where they sleighted me before, they shall finde me a man of note.

Exit.
Mal.

Of this the meaning

Mrs.
Marry Lasse To bring a new conceit to passe. Thy Spirit must borrow more, To fill the number three or foure; Whom we will use to no great harm, Only assist me with thy charme. This night wee'l celebrate to 〈◊〉〈◊〉: 'Tis all for mirth, we mean no hurt.
Mal.
My Spirit and my selfe command; Mamillion, & the rest at hand, shall all assist.
Mrs.
Withdraw then, quicke, Now gallants, ther's for you a 〈◊〉〈◊〉.
〈◊◊〉〈◊◊〉
Enter Whetstone, Arthur, Shakstone, Bantam.
Whet.

Heer's a more privat roome gentlemen, free from the noise of the Hall. Here we may •…•…alke, and throw the chamber out of the casements. Some wine and a short banquet.

Enter with a B•…•…quet, Wine, and two T•…•…pers.
Whet.

So now leave us.

Arth.
VVee are much bound to you ma•…•…er Whetstone. For this great entertainment: I see you command The house in the absence of your vnkle.
Whet.

Yes, I thanke my A•…•…nt; for though I be but a daily guest yet I can be w•…•…lcome to her at midnight.

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Shak.

How shall we passe the time?

Bant.

In some discourse.

Whet.

But no such discourse as we had last, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ech you.

Bant.
Now master Whetstone you reflect on me. 'Tis true, at our last meeting some few words Then 〈◊〉〈◊〉 my lips, which I could wis•…•… forgot: I thinke I call'd you Bastard.
Whet.

I thinke so too; but whats that amongst friends, for I would faine know which amongst you all knowes his owne fa∣ther.

Bant.

You are merrie with your friends, good master •…•…∣Blow, and wee are guests here in your Vnckles house, and there∣fore priviledged.

Enter Mistresse 〈◊〉〈◊〉, Mal and Spirits.
Whet.

I presume you had no more priviledge in your getting than 〈◊〉〈◊〉. But tell me gentlemen, is there any man here amongst you, that hath a minde to see his father?

Bant.

Why, who shall shew him?

VVhet.

Thats all one; if any man here desire it, let him but speake the word, and 'tis sufficient.

Bant.

Why, I would see my father.

Mistresse Gener.

Strike.

Musique.
Enter a Pedant dauncing to the 〈◊〉〈◊〉; the strain don, he points at Bantam, & looks full in his face.
VVhet.

Doe you know him that lookes so full in your face;

Bant.
Yes well, a pedant in my fathers house. Who beeing young, taught me my A, B, C.
Whet.

In his house, that goes for your father you would say: For know one morning, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 your mothers husband rid early to have a Nisi prius tryed at Lancaster Syzes, hee crept into his warme place, lay close by her side, and then were you got. Then come, your heeles and tayle 〈◊〉〈◊〉, and kneele 〈◊〉〈◊〉 your own deare father.

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All.

Ha, ha, ha.

Bant.

I am abused.

Whet.

Why laugh you Gentlemen? It may be more mens cases than his or mine. Bant. To be thus 〈◊〉〈◊〉.

Arth.
Come, take it as a jest For presume 'twas meant no otherwise.
Whet.

Would either of you two now see his father in earnest

Shak

Yes, canst thou shew me mine?

Mrs. Gen.

〈◊〉〈◊〉.

Enter a nimble Taylor dauncing, using the same posture to Shakstone.
Whet

Hee lookes on you speake, doe you know him?

Shak.

Yes, he was my mothers Taylor, I remember him e∣ver since I was a childe.

Whet.

Who when hee came to take measure of her upper parts had more minde to the lower, whilest the good man was in the fields hunting, he was at home 〈◊〉〈◊〉.

Then, since no better comfort 〈◊〉〈◊〉 be had, Come downe, come downe, aske blessing of your dad.
All

Ha, ha, ha

Bant.

This cannot be indur'd.

Arth.
It is plaine Witchcraft. Nay since we all are bid unto one feast, Lets fare alike, come shew me mine too.
Mrs Gener.

Strike.

Enter Robin with a switch and a Currycombe, he points at Arthur.
Whet

He points at you.

Arth.

What then?

Whet.

You know him.

Arth.

Yes, Robin 〈◊〉〈◊〉 groome belonging to this house.

Whet.

And never served your father?

Arth.

In's youth I thinke he did.

Whet.

Who when your supposed father had businesse at the Lord Presidents Court in Yorke, stood for his Atturney at home, & so it seems you were got by deputy: what all a mort? if

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you will have but a little patience, stay & you shall see mine too:

And know I shew you him the rather, To finde who hath the best man to his Father.
Mrs.

〈◊〉〈◊〉

〈◊〉〈◊〉. Enter a Gallant, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 before to him.
Whet.

Now Gentlemen make me your President, learne your duties, and 〈◊◊〉〈◊◊〉 I doe—A blessing Dad.

Whet.
Come, come, let's home, we'l finde 〈◊〉〈◊〉 other time, When to dispute of these things—
Whet.

: Nay Gent. no 〈◊〉〈◊〉 in 〈◊◊◊◊〉〈◊◊◊◊〉 begun in 〈◊〉〈◊〉, let's not end in 〈◊〉〈◊〉; you see 〈◊〉〈◊〉 are more By-blowes than beare the 〈◊〉〈◊〉; It is growne a great kindred in the Kingdome. Come, come, all friends; Let's into the Cellar and conclude our Revels in a lusty health.

Shak.

I faine would strike, but cannot.

〈◊〉〈◊〉.

Some strange fate holds me.

Arth.
Here then all anger end, Let none be mad at what they cannot mend.
Exeunt.
Mal.

Now say what's next?

Mrs.
I'th' Mill there lyes A Souldier yet with unscratcht eyes, Summon the Sister-hood together For we with all our Spirits will thither; And such a Catterwalling •…•…eepe, That 〈◊〉〈◊〉 in vai•…•…e shall thinke to sleepe. Call Meg, and Doll, 〈◊〉〈◊〉, 〈◊〉〈◊〉, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Iug, Let none appeare without her Pug. We'l try our utmost Art and skill. To fright the stout Knave in the 〈◊〉〈◊〉.
Exeu•…•….
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