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Honest Roger and Maudlin,* 1.1 I present you with a kind Good-morrow.
Present me? Bless your Lordship, I should present you with a couple of Capons.
'Tis a salutation when you salute; but how do you then?
Very well, I thank your Honour: How do you?
Well, enough of Complements, I am come with a Petition to you.
What is that, is't please your Honour?
A Sute.
Byrlaken I have need of one, for I have but poor and bare cloath∣ing on.
No, Roger, it is a request and desire I have you should grant.
Grant, or to Farm let, no Sir, I will not part with my Lease.
Roger, you understand me not, therefore let me speak with Maudlin your Wife.
There she is Sir, spare her not, for she is good metal I'll warrant your Honour; wipe your lips Maudlin, and answer him every time that he moves thee, and give him as good as he brings: Maudlin, were he twenty Lords, hold up your head, Maudlin, be not hollow.
I'll warrant you Husband, I'll satisfie him.
Honest Maudlin.
That's more than your Lordship knows.
Why then Maudlin.
That's my name indeed.
You have a maid here in your house.
I hope so forsooth; but I will not answer for no Virgin in this wicked world.
Well said Maudlin; Nay your Honour will get nothing of my Maudlin, I'll warrant you.
Well, this supposed Maid is Poor Virtue, that's her name, I de∣sire you will let her live with me, this Poor Virtue.
God bless you Honour from her, it is not fit for a Lord, and a great Noble-man to meddle with Virtue, your Honour should not foul your fingers with her: Besides, she will never stay in a great mans house, neither is it fit she should; and your Honours servants will hate her like the Devil, for she will please no body as she should do, a very peevish, ill-natur'd girle forsooth she is.
Why how doth she agree then with you?
Alas forsooth, if it please your Honour, Virtue may live in a Cottage, when she will be whipt out of a Court, or a great Lords Palace; they may talk of her, but they will never give her leave to live and board with them: It may be they give their Chaplain leave to talk of her a Sun∣days, or so forsooth, but talk's but talk, for they forget her the six days after,