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Why happie, sir? Cou. He writes no verses to his Mistresse, is Not cosend nor forsworne to gett her favour, Bestowes no rings nor empties his Exchequer To appear still in new rich suites, but lives Free o' the stock of Nature, yet loves none.
My Surgeon sayes no danger; when you please, I may venture, Sir, to London. Ri. No hast now. Cou. Not to-night, Sir; wee must have revells and you salute my Bride. Un. And mine. Tho. A knights Daughter and heire. Fra. May all joy thrive upon your Loves. Then you are cosend of your Mistres, Mounseir? Do. But your nephew knowes I have met with my match. Some bodie has been put to the sword. Ri.
Ile make one, gentlemen, to wash away some melancholy. Cap. Spoke boldlie, like an Argonaute. Cou. I am not now in London, Upon a hall day marching with the puisnes, Twenty on's in a teame, to Westminster In our torne gownes, embroiderd with Strand dirt, To heare the Law. Cap. Is not thy father dead, thou talkst so well? How I was cosend in thee: come away. Enter Thomas. Un. Here's my man Thomas.
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