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ACT 3. SCEN. 4.
Enter Pysander, two or three with him.
Pys.
SO that work's now finish'd.
Let all the guns be brought into the Hall,
'Tis to defend the good old Lady
From the rudenesse of Rogues; 'twill be casie work.
1.
Yes, yes, wee'l tickle them.
2.
I'le sweep 'em with my father's old Fouling-piece.
Pys.
Bravely resolved; but perhaps.
There may be yet no need on't, however
'Tis wisest to resolve against all dangers.
VVell, my good Lads, be in a readinesse, if any come,
VVee'l ring 'em a peal shall make 'em forswear
Such Holi-daies: they all die rather than wrong
Sir Percivall's widow. Now all unto your places.
1. 2.
Agreed, agreed.
Pys.
Now could I hug my genius, that through all
Has brought me to this harbour; and yet to think
If we should scape, what my engagements are,
Imprimis—To marry this old Lady Cow,
And play at Blindman-buff, 'tis as good lying
VVith Bulrushes or penny Faggots; she's mortality
Beyond a Death's head and Memento;
And yet she bridles as if she were but now
To be new-back'd and ridden; I have heard