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Odsbobs, that's Wormwood, that's Wormwood I shall have my young Hussey set a-gog too; she'll hear there are better things in the World than she has at home, and then odsbobs, and then they'll ha't, adod, they will, Sir Cautious. Ever while you live, keep a Wife ignorant, unless a Man be as brisk as his Neighbours. Sir Cau. A wise Man will keep 'em from baudy Christnings then, and Gossipings.
Where be the Minstrels, we'll have a Dance adod, we will Ah art thou there, thou cozening little Chits-face? a Vengeance on thee thou madest mean old doting loving Coxcomb but I forgive thee and give thee all thy Jewels, and you your Pardon, Sir, so you'll give me mine; for I find you young Knaves will be too hard for us. Bel.
Sir Feeb. Bel. Sir Feeb. Come, come, quick, good Francis, adod, I'm as yare as a Hawk at the young Wanton nimbly, good Francis, untruss, untruss. Bel. Sir Feeb. So, so, my Breeches, good Francis. But well, Francis, how dost think I got the young Jade my Wife? Bel. With five hundred pounds a year Jointure, Sir. Sir Feeb.
Ay, that's true, that's true; come truss again, Francis, truss again yet now I think on't, Francis, prithee run thee to the Hall, and tell 'em 'tis my Wedding-night, d'ye see, Francis; and let some body give my Voice for Bel. What, Sir? Sir Feeb. Adod, I cannot tell; up in Arms, say you! why, let 'em fight Dog, fight Bear; mun, I'll to Bed go Let.
Go to More of your Love, and less of your Ceremony give the old Fool a hearty buss, and pay him that way he, ye little wanton Tit, I'll steal up and catch ye and love ye adod, I will get ye gone get ye gone. Let. Leticia and Diana. Sir Cau. How, steal up, Sir Feeble I hope not so; I hold it most indecent before the lawful hour. Sir Feeb. Lawful hour!
Bea. Let the Captain and I alone to top upon him mean time, Sir, I have brought my Musick, to entertain my Mistress with a Song. Sir Feeb. Take your own methods, Sir they are at leisure while we go drink their Healths within. Adod, I long for night, we are not half in kelter, this damn'd Ghost will not out of my Head yet. Bel. Hah a Ghost! what can he mean? A Ghost, and Bellmour's!
Father, farewell if you dislike my course, Blame the old rigid Customs of your Force. SCENE II. A Bed-chamber. Enter Sir Feeble, Leticia, and Phillis. Let. Ah, Phillis! I am fainting with my Fears, Hast thou no comfort for me? Sir Feeb. Why, what art doing there fiddle fadling adod, you young Wenches are so loth to come to but when your hand's in, you have no mercy upon us poor Husbands. Let.
I did it, I did it; she swooned at the News, shut her self up a whole Month in her Chamber; but I presented high: she sigh'd and wept, and swore she'd never marry: still I presented; she hated, loathed, spit upon me; still, adod, I presented, till I presented my self effectually in Church to her; for she at last wisely considered her Vows were cancell'd, since Bellmour was hang'd. Bel.
Hum adod, and that may be, for the young Knave when he let me in to Night, was drest up for some Waggery Sir Cau. Ha, ha, ha, 'twas even so, sure enough, Brother Sir Feeb. Ads bobs, but they frighted me at first basely but I'll home to Pupsey, there may be Roguery, as well as here Madam, I ask your Pardon, I see we're all mistaken. L. Ful. Ay, Sir Feeble, go home to your Wife.
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