Scaen. 2.
Shee!
Our Sunday-dinner woman?
Twice?
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Shee!
Our Sunday-dinner woman?
Twice?
Sir, do you call?
Come near, list hither.
Go Sir, make haste.
Yes Madam.
That brings her quickly.
Oh Sir, I bring an alteration in my mouth now.
A new change.
Another yet! faith there's enough already.
My daughter loves him now.
What does she Sir?
Why well said.
Ne'r a halter?
So must your daughter.
I'll about it straight Sir.
Y'have let his folly blood in the right vein, Lady.
Now yong heir!
What's the next business after Shittlecock now?
That's as I list.
A wife's to be ask anywhere I hope;
I'll ask her in a Congregation, if I have a minde to't, and so save a Licence: My Guardiner has no more wit then an Herb-woman that sells away all her sweet Herbs and Nose-gays, and keeps a stink∣ing breath for her own Pottage:
Thou shalt sweet Sordido.
I have a plaguy ghess, let me alone to see what she is; if I but look upon her—way, I
know all the faults to a hair, that you may refuse her for.
Do'st thou! I prethee let me hear 'em Sordido:
And if I spie not these, I am a rank Ass.
But y'have a clean shirt, and that makes a∣mends Sir.
I will not see her naked for that trick though.
It may take handsomly:
She's come.
My thanks must needs acknowledge so much Madam:
Yes, I must crave pardon (Madam)
Some other time, I will make bold with you Madam.
Nay pray stay Widow,
I'll but make one step home, and return straight (Madam)
I were then uncivil Madam.
Why Widow, where's your minde?
Another excuse!
What Gentlewoman? pish.
I fear'd to be too bold.
And she's a stranger (Madam).
Please you command one of your Servants Madam.
Within there.
Madam.
Attend the Gentlewoman.
Now comes in the heat of your part.
So, have you sent Widow?
Yes (Madam) he's almost at home by this.
Here she's Madam:
I wonder how she comes to send for me now?
I give you thanks, Lady.
'Tis a noble one, and honors my acquaint∣ance.
All my intentions are servants to such Mistresses.
No, and methinks there's men enough to part you (Lady):
And that's worth sight indeed, Madam.
Oh nothing less forsooth.
After a game or two, w'are for you Gentle folks:
Alas poor Widow, I shall be too hard for thee.
Y'are cunning at the game, I'll be sworn (Madam).
As you do (Madam):
Cry you mercy (Madam).
And this my Queen.
I see't now.
I know that (Madam.)
I but Simplicitie receives two for one.
What remedy but patience!
Not possible Sir!
Oh Sir.
Oh treachery to honor!
The more's my danger.
Oh my Lord.
Love.
Did not I say my Duke would fetch you over (Widow)?
I think you spoke in earnest when you said it (Madam).
And my black King makes all the haste he can too.
Well (Madam) we may meet with him in time yet.
I have given thee blinde mate twice.
I'll swear they do, Wench.
Ev'n so do I Madam.
I pray take some of your neighbors along with you.
Has not my Duke bestir'd himself?
Yes faith Madam; h'as done me all the mischief in this Game.
H'as shew'd himself in's kinde.
Yes faith, and keep your oath.
Hark, list, there's some body coming down; 'tis she.
What at it still Mother?
You see we sit by't; are you so soon re∣turn'd?
So lively, and so chearful, a good sign that.
You have not seen all since sure?
Now Sir.
Then get you both before.
There lies his art.