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Stand to 't now.
I'll warrant you I'll stand like a knight o'the post: I'll forswear with the de∣vil. As for Cutter, he has don't fourty times before a Judge already.
How now, varle•s? ye see I'm go∣ing to heaven, and ye must follow; but the Captain must be sav'd before the Colonel. Who art thou? a godly Weaver?
I am not he that I was of old: what hath passed, is gone and vanisheth; but what is now, remaineth.
No I'll besworn is he not; never was Christian creature so alter'd, as they say.
He said a prayer last night so zea∣lously, that all the house heard him, did they not? Brother M. Cutter.
Sister, I did pour out my self last night. Captain, y'are abus'd.
A small abuse; nothing but onely poiso••d.
Yes 'faith, we saw the Physitian, Mi••ress Lucia and Truman consulting all together: the Physitian pluck'd a box out, shew'd it them; they seem'd to approve: an oath of secresie we heard them take, but suspected nothing, by this hand. We honest men do seldom suspect others.
Is this true, Colonel?
Should I say it is not true, I should not tell the truth if I should say so.
You swear 'tis true?
Before an Elder I shall swear.
Aurelia, send for 'um immediately, as if I meant to see 'um contracted; and bid the servants be ready to carry um away. I'll see 'um clapt up close before I die.
I go, Sir.