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I did but hold my peace, to hear how prettily she prattled Love: But, fags, you are naught to think of a young Fellow ads bobs, you are now. Let. I only say he wou'd not have been so unkind to me. Sir Feeb. But what makes ye out at this Hour, and with these Jewels? Phil. Alas, Sir, we thought the City was in Arms, and packt up our things to secure 'em, if there had been a necessity for Flight.
And shall his Majesty's Service and his Safety lie unregarded for a slight Woman, Sir? Sir Feeb.
Pray, Sir, what store of Miracles have you at St. Omers? Bel. None, Sir, since that of the wonderful Salamanca Doctor, who was both here and there at the same Instant of time. Bea. How, Sir? why, that's impossible. Bel. That was the Wonder, Sir, because 'twas impossible. Noi. But 'twas a greater, Sir, that 'twas believed. Enter L. Fulb. and Pert, Sir Cau. and Sir Feeb. Sir Feeb.
You are so generous, Sir, that 'tis almost with grief I receive the Blessing of Leticia. Sir Feeb. No, no, thou deservest her; she would have made an old fond Blockhead of me, and one way or other you wou'd have had her ods bobs, you wou'd Enter Bearjest, Diana, Pert, Bredwel, and Noisey. Bea. Justice, Sir, Justice I have been cheated abused assassinated and ravisht! Sir Cau.
'Twas thus he said. Sir Cau. Let who's will say it, he lies in's Throat. Sir Feeb. L. Ful. What bleeding Wound? Heavens, are you frantick, Sir? Sir Feeb. Sir Cau. Sir Feeb. But let her go, so I may never see that dreadful Vision harkye, Sir a word in your Ear have a care of marrying a young Wife. Sir Cau. Sir Feeb. Hast thou?
Hah Sir Feeble, and Sir Cautious there what shall I do? Sir Feeb. Well, Sir, do you not know that I am married, Sir? and this my Wedding Night? Sir Cau. Very good, Sir. Sir Feeb. And that I long to be in bed? Sir Cau. Very well, Sir. Sir Feeb. Sir Cau. Patience, Brother and forward. Sir Feeb. Forward! lend me your hand, good Brother; let's feel your Pulse; how has this Night gone with you?
After a Knocking, enter Bredwel in his masking Habit, with his Vizard in the one Hand, and a Light in t'other, in haste. Bred. Enter Sir Feeble drest, and arm'd Cap-a-pee, with a broad Waste-Belt stuck round with Pistols, a Helmet, Scarf, Buff-coat and half Pike. Sir Feeb. How now, how now, what's the matter here? Bred. Matter, what, is my Lady's innocent Intrigue found out?
Why, I hope all hours are lawful with a Man's own Wife. Sir Cau. But wise Men have respect to Times and Seasons. Sir Feeb. Enter Ralph. Ral. Sir, here's a young Gentleman without wou'd speak with you. Sir Feeb. Bear. Pray, Sir, use mine, it is a travell'd Blade I can assure you, Sir. Sir Feeb. I thank you, Sir. Enter Ralph and Bellmour disguised, gives him a Letter, he reads. How my Nephew! Bel.
Alas, I found her dead upon the Floor, Shou'd I have left her so if I had known your mind Sir Feeb. Was it so was it so? Got so, by no means, Francis. Let. Pardon him, Sir, for surely I had died, Bur for his timely coming. Sir Feeb. Alas, poor Pupsey was it sick look here here's a fine thing to make it well again. Come, buss, and it shall have it oh, how I long for Night.
And then nobody says anything for a time. After which the next girl in the circle says, "Thank God I'm not feeble-minded," and they nod their heads all over again. And it goes on around the circle, and they never say anything else. Now they're real feebs, ain't they? I leave it to you. I'm not that kind of a feeb, thank God. Sometimes I don't think I'm a feeb at all.
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