The night-walker, or, The little thief a comedy as it was presented by Her Majesties servants at the private house in Drury-Lane / written by John Fletcher, Gent.
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- The night-walker, or, The little thief a comedy as it was presented by Her Majesties servants at the private house in Drury-Lane / written by John Fletcher, Gent.
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- Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.
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- London :: Printed for Andrew Crook,
- 1661.
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THE NIGHT-WALKER: OR, THE LITTLE THIEF.
Actus primus, Scena prima.
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Actus Secundus.
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Actus Tertius.
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Her was toe many tings in Walls, know not the fashion in Londons? her was milk the Cowes, make seeze and butters, and spinne very well the Welsh freeze, her was Cooke to te Mountain cots, and sing very fine prittish tunes was mage good ales and breds, and her know to dance on Sundayes, marge you now Madams.
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Plesse us awle, why does that sentilman make such unders and mazements at her, I know her not.
Will the sentilman hurt her, pray you be her defences, was haue mad phisnomies, is her troubled with Lunaticks in her praine pans, blesse us awle.
Du Guin, was never theeves, and robberies; here is no sindge in her hands warrant her.
Haleggs? what does her speage hard urds to her, to make poore Guennith ridicles, was no mannerly sentilman to a∣buse her
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Maria, her name was Guenith, and good names, was poore else, oman maide, her have no fine kanags to madge her tricksie, yet in her owne cuntries was held a fine ense her can tels her, and honest ense too, marg you dat now, her can keepe her little legges close enough warrant her.
If please her Ladyship dwell here with Guenneth, and learne to spinne and card ull, to mage flannells, and linseyes ulseis, sall tawgco'd urds to her Ladyships urships for her.
Wyne your nyes pray you, though was porne in Walls 'mong craggy rocks, and mountaines yet heart is soft, looke you, hur can weepe too, when hur see men mage prinie teares and la∣mentations.
Vpon her life, you was mightie deal in love with some ••odies, your pale seekes and hollow nyes, and pantings upon ••er posome, know very well, because looke you, her thinke her honest sentilman, you sall call her Maria.
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If her have necessities of a kisse, looke you, dere is one in sarities.
If her will come tomorrow and tauge to her, her will tell her more of her meanings, and then if her be melancholy, her will sing her a Welch song too, to make her merries, but Guenith was very honest; her was never love but one sentle∣man, and he was beare her great teale of goodills too, was marry one day S. Davy her give her five paire of white gloves, if her will dance at her weddings.
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Actus Quartus.
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Was the sentleman afeard to declare his matters openly, here was no bodies was not very honest, if her like not her er∣rands the petter, was wist to keep her preathes to coole her por∣ridges, can tell her that now for aule her private hearings and tawgings.