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Come, Sir, I meane to have a bout with you. De. At that weapon? Sis. This, and no other. De. Ile rather bleed to death then lift a sword In my defence, whose inconsiderate brightnes May fright the Roses from your cheeke and leave The Lillies to lament the rude divorce. Enter Courtwell. Cou. I can hold no longer. You have gott a stomack, Sir, with running; ile try how you can eate a sword. De.
Enter Sir Francis, Lady, Courtwell, Sister, Captaine. Fra. If you have charity a bone setter. La. He does counterfeit rarely. Wheres Sir Richard? Fra. He rid before, but I sent my footman to tell him this misfortune. Oh, Madam! La. This is better then the toothack; he carries it excellently. Fra. Aske me no torturing questions; I desire, Madam, a little conference with you.
I could Dissolve with curseing of my Lathargie. How shall I looke upon her face whose love And bold adventure I have thus rewarded? Where shall I hide my selfe and shame for ever! The Fifth Act. Enter Sister. Sis. I cannot forgett my carelesse gentleman: his neglect and reproaches have wrought strangely upon me. Hee's here. Enter Courtwell. Cou.
Come, Master Engine, weele to horse imediately. Enter Courtwell, Sister and Device. Cou. So, we are fast enough, and now I have thee Ile tell thee all the fault I find; thou hast A little too much witt to bee a wife; It could not be too nimble for a Mistresse. Device, there is a part still of your pennance Behind.
Having nothing better to do, and not caring to go anywhere in particular without you, I remained in the city until Jack Courtwell noted my general despondency and brought me down here to his place on the sound to manage some open-air theatricals he is getting up. As You Like It is of course the piece selected. Miss Harrison plays Rosalind. I wish you had been here to take the part.
Courtwell. Ri. This is a double honour to us, Sir Francis. I shall want language, but not a friendly hart to entertaine you and your noble kinsman. What my exquisite Cavalier Device! tis to no purpose I see to remove into the Countrey to save charges and be quiet; the whole Citty will come hither if I stay. I have no stomack to my kn't. Fra. I hope, madam, you will be no enemy to my kinsman. Ri.
Sir Francis Courtwell. Sir Fr. That's my name, Sir. De. And myne Mounsieur Device. Sir Fr. A Frenchman Sir? De. No, sir; an English Monsier made up by a Scotch taylor that was prentice in France. I shall write my greatest ambition satisfied if you please to lay your Comands upon mee. Sir Fr.
Did I not love you, Sir, I could make choice Of other able men that would be glad To multiplie their money. Ri. Sir, I thanke you, But have no mind to thrive upon abuse of My princes favour nor the peoples curse. Here is a gentleman, Sir Francis Courtwell, Perhapps will undertake it. Fra. What, Sir Richard? Ri. A Monopolie for composeing and selling of perriwiggs. Fra.
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