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 8.

Dogrel, Puny, John, two or three servants.
1 Serv.

Give me thy hand i'faith, boy: is't possible that thou shouldst be alive still?

2 Serv.

Ha rogue! art thou come i'faith? I have a pottle o' Sack to welcome thee.

3 Sev.

Why you'll not look upon your poor friends, John Give me thy golls, John. How hast thou done this great while?

John.

I thank you all heartily for your love; thank you with all my heart-law. What? my old bed-fellow Robin? how dost do? when shall we steal Apricocks agin? d'ye remem∣ber, Robin?

2 Serv.

A murrain take you; you'll never forget your roguery.

Pun.

A murrain take you all: this was your plot, and be hang'd▪ Would I were Puny the Wit again.

Dog.

Accursed Fate—

3 Serv.

Come, John, let's go to the Buttry and be merry: Ralph longs to see you, I'm sure.

John.

And how does Ralph? good honest Ralph? That Ralp's as honest a fellow, though I say't my self; I love him with all my heart-law, that I do; and there's no love lost, I dare say for him.

2 Serv.

Come, my masters, will you go in? I'll prevail with the Cook for a slice or two of Beef; and we'll have a cup of Stingo, the best in the celar.

John.

Well said, steel to the back still; that was your word, you know. My masters com∣ing in: go. I'll follow you straight.

1 Serv.

Make haste, good John, for I can't stay.

Exeunt Servants.

John.

Here's a company of as honest fel∣lows asa ma would with to live i' the house withal; all, no man excepted▪

Dog.

Would I were out of the house, as honest as they are. Here they come, John.

Pun.

John, quoth he, with a pox.