Totenham Court A pleasant comedie: acted in the yeare MDCXXXIII. At the private house in Salisbury-Court. The author Thomas Nabbes.

The fourth Scoene.

To him KEEPER, WORTHGOOD.

New mischiefe; I am againe delayd. If I forbeare my break∣fast but two minutes longer, my guts will shrinke into mi∣nikins: which I bequeath the poore Fidlers at Totenham-Court, for a May-dayes Legacie.

Keep.

Y'are welcome to this roofe; too meane a covering For such a guest.

Worth.

Your first sir hath intitch't it. And hallowed it into a Temple. Pray sir. Conduct me to the Altar, where I may Pay the due sacrifice of my desires To her; and thanks to you.

Keep.

Slip, call my daughter.

Slip.

Which daughter sir? your daughter gentlewoman, or your gentlewoman daughter?

Keep.

Your trifling's unseasonable sirrah.

Slip.

Why sir, Ciceley's no more plaine Ciceley, but Cice∣ley in lac't sattin. The gentlewoman and she are run out of themselves one into another.

Keep.

But where are they?

Slip.

For ought I know, run away one with another.

Keep.

Run you after, and call them back.

Slip.

'Tis impossible: who knowes which way they are gone. Besides, 'tis a mist would choake a brewers horse; I cannot see one hand for the other.

Worth.

Sir, my suspition prompts me you are trecherous: And these faire seeming undertakings traps To catch me.

Keep.

Sir, you make a worse const••uction Of my good meaning, then so faire expressions Can any w••y deserve. Pray sir goe with me, Wee'l overtake them.

Worth.

I will share the paines; And venture once againe to try you thorowly.

Keep.

Follow you sirrah.

Exeunt.

Slip.

A kil••ing command. The best is, it will breake my heart, no matter then for my belly. Hunger, I defie thee; revenge I hugg thee. I will lead you a wild-goose chase, till we come to Toten-ham Court: where I will score two do¦zen, and reckon with mine hostesse maid, whose belly I hav•• rais'd with umbles.

Exit.