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If you please, Madam, you may call me Brother: We have been at 'I John take the Elizabeth'. A possett and foure naked thighes a bed To night will bid faire earnest for a boy, too. Sis. Tis even so; Madam, the preist has done it. La. May then all joyes attend you; if this had Been knowne, it might have staid Sir Richard and Your Uncle one day more. Enter Underwit, Dorothy, Captaine, Thomas. Un.
You have sold me, Rogues, betrayd me: fire the Cart, I say, Or heave it into th' Moat. Hunt. We have not men enough. Will ye goe in? the Cuntry will rise presently, And then you shall see, Sir, how wee'll buckle with 'em. Mod. I see I am undon: the hay choakes all, I cannot get beside it. Enter Captaine & Soldiers. Cap. Stir not a foote, For he that do's has mett his preist.
That all and every Jesuitt preist and other person or persons who have receaved orders from the Pope or Sea of Rome, or any authoritie from the same, that have any wayes contrived, advised, counselled, promoted, continued, countenanced, ayded, assisted or abetted, or at any time hereafter shall any wayes contriue, advise, councell, promote, continue, countenance, ayde, assist or abett the Rebellion or warre in Ireland, or any the murthers, or massacres, robberies, or violences, comitted against ye Protestants, English, or others there, be excepted from pardon for life and estate.
Passing along the Putney Bridge Road from the High Street, Brewhouse Lane runs north to the waterside; on one side are rows of new shops, on the other a swimming-bath. This lane was formerly one of the principal landings for ferry passengers to Putney, but to-day is almost deserted. An engraving of Fulham by Preist in 1738 is evidently taken from the steps, and shows the bridge and Fulham Church.
The Craw thinks her awn Bird fairest. They buy good cheap that brings nothing hame. Thraw the wand while it is green. The Sowter's wife is worst shod. They will know by an half-penny if a Preist will take offering. The worst world that ever was, some man wan. The Tailours wife is worst clad. Take him up there with his five Egges, and four of them rotten. Thy tongue is no slander.
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