The guardian, a comedie acted before Prince Charls, His Highness at Trinity-Colledg in Cambridge, upon the twelfth of March, 1641
Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.

Act. 5. Scaen. 11.

Blade, Widow, Dogrel, Puny, Cutter, and Tabytha, with Fidlers before 'um.
Bla.

How now? what ha' we here? ano∣ther Puppet-play? Any thing now but bro∣thers, and I'm for 'um. Who? Cutter? What's the matter, Poet? Come, what de∣vice is this? like one o' yours?

Cut.

Stay at the door, ye sempiternal squeakers. Come, Queen o' fame.

Tab.

Lord, I'm so weary with dancing as passes. Yonder's my mother. Oh mother! what d'ye think I ha' been doing to day?

Wid.

Why what, childe?

Tab.

Nay nothing: I have onely been married a little; and my husband and I ha' so danc'd it since!

Cut.

Brave Tabytha still! Never be an∣gry, Widow; you know where Marriages are made. How now, Captain? If I turn Tapster now, 'twill be happie for you: for I shall be rich enough to trust you, Captain.

Wid.

'Twas Gods will, I see, and there∣fore there's no resisting. But what d'ye mean, son? I hope you'll not turn swag∣gerer?

Cut.

'Tis for special reasons, gentle mo∣ther. Why how now, Dogrel? M. Blade the Merchant looks as if he were broke: he has turn'd away his servant too.

Tab.

Who's that? M. Dogrel i' these Players clothes? Can M. Dogrel dance too, husband?

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Bla.

Prithee, Cutter, what hath exalted Tabytha thus?

Cut.

What? this good fortune she has got by me: You know what a dull creature she was before; her soul was in her body, like butter in a hot cake; now she's as full of Spirits as Hell it self. My counsel and two cups o' Sack, have wrought this miracle.