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Ralph, are the Fidlers ready? Ral. They are tuning in the Hall, Sir. Sir Feeb. That's well, they know my mind. I hate that same twang, twang, twang, fum, fum, fum, tweedle, tweedle, tweedle, then scrue go the Pins, till a man's Teeth are on an edge; then snap, says a small Gut, and there we are at a loss again. Sir Cau.
Hum, 'tis Wasteall now does my heart fail me A Chest say you to me so late; I'll warrant it comes from Sir Nicholas Smuggle some prohibited Goods that he has stoln the Custom of, and cheated his Majesty Well, he's an honest Man, bring it in L. Ful. What, into my Apartment, Sir, a nasty Chest! Sir Cau. Enter with the Chest.
I am not us'd to flatter much; if forty Years were taken from your Age, 'twou'd render you something more agreeable to my Bed, I must confess. Sir Cau. Ay, ay, no doubt on't. L. Ful.
Or lose three hundred Pounds consider that. A Cuckold! why, 'tis a word an empty sound 'tis Breath 'tis Air 'tis nothing: but three hundred Pounds Lord, what will not three hundred Pounds do? You may chance to be a Cuckold for nothing, Sir Sir Feeb. It may be so but she shall do't discretly then. Sir Cau. Under favour, you're an Ass, Brother; this is the discreetest way of doing it, I take it.
I long to be resolv'd where 'twas Sir Feeble was last night if it were he by which I might find out my invisible Mistress. Noi. Noble Mr. Bel. Will you please to sit, Sir? Gay. Sir Cau. Noi. Know him, Sir! ay, too well Bea. The World's well amended with him, Captain, since I lost my Money to him and you at the George in White-Fryers. Noi.
Griping as Hell and as insatiable worse than a Brokering Jew, not all the Twelve Tribes harbour such a damn'd Extortioner. Sir Cau. Gay. One whom thou hast undone Sir Cau. Gay. Racking me up to a starving Want and Misery, Then took advantages to ruin me. Sir Cau. Gay. Do not you know one Wasteall, Sir? Sir Cau.
I humbly thank your Ladyship. Gay. I'm glad thou hast her, Harry; but doubt thou durst not own her; nay dar'st not own thy self. Bel. Yes, Friend, I have my Pardon But hark, I think we are pursu'd already But now I fear no force. L. Ful. However, step into my Bed-chamber. Enter Sir Feeble in an Antick manner. Sir Feeb. Sir Cau. How lash my filthy Carcase? I defy thee, Satan Sir Feeb.
Ods bobs, when I was a young Fellow, I wou'd not let the young Wenches look pale and wan but would rouse 'em, and touse 'em, and blowze 'em, till I put a colour in their Cheeks, like an Apple John, affacks Nay, I can make a shift still, and Pupsey shall not be jealous. Enter Susan, Sir Feeble whispers her, she goes out. Let. Indeed, not I; Sir. I shall be all Obedience. Sir Cau.
A Cuckold as well as my self, Sir; and I'll sue you for Scandalum Magnatum; I shall recover swinging Damages with a City-Jury. Sir Feeb. I know of no such thing, Sir. Sir Cau. No, Sir? Sir Feeb. No, Sir. Sir Cau. Then what wou'd you be at, Sir? Sir Feeb. I be at, Sir! what wou'd you be at, Sir? Sir Cau.
Why, know you then who did it? Oh, how I'd be reveng'd upon the Rascal! Sir Feeb. Who is it you suspect? Sir Cau. Alas, I know not whom to suspect, I wou'd I did; but if you cou'd discover him I wou'd so swinge him Sir Feeb. I know him what, do you take me for a Pimp, Sir? Sir Cau. My Watch; I thank you, Sir but why Pimp, Sir? Sir Feeb.
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