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There's a Spanish shirt, richly lacd & seemd, her guift too; & whosoever layes a foul hand upon her linnen in scorne of her bounty, were as good flea the Divells skin over his eares. Mac. Well said: in England thou wilt drinke her health? Pike. Were it a glasse as deepe to the bottome as a Spanish pike is long, an Englishman shall doe't. Her health, & Don Johns wives too. Enter Jaylor. Jay.
But where will you find such a wife on earth? Hen. No, such a wife in the Moone for me doth tarry: If none such shine here I with none will marry. Ten. The Lordes are come. Hen. I care neyther for Lords nor Ladies. Enter the Nobles as before; Fernando, Manuell, Clarke, Jaylor. Mac.
I meane to take one draught of dying comfort. Cat. I hope you'le not deny my company To waite on you to Sherris? Jo. No, you shall goe to see your frend there totter. Pike. I have a suite, my Lord; to see an Englishman, A merchant, prisoner here, before I goe. Fer. Call him; that done, you know your charge. Ten. And shall performe it. Fer., John, Catalina. Enter Jaylor & Woodrow. Pike. Oh, Mr.
Thence with Sir D. Gawden homewards, calling at Lincolne's Inn Fields: but my Lady Jemimah was not within: and so to Newgate, where he stopped to give directions to the jaylor about a Knight, one Sir Thomas Halford brought in yesterday for killing one Colonel Temple, falling out at a taverne.
After the Time is expired, they are brought out of the Cabin, which never is in the Town, but always a distance off, and guarded by a Jaylor or two, who watch by Turns. Now, when they first come out, they are as poor as ever any Creatures were; for you must know several die under this diabolical Purgation.
Enter Catelyna & Jaylor. Cat. Is this the English prisoner? Jay. Yes, madam. Cat. Trust me, a goodly person. Pike. She eyes me wistly; sure she comes not to instruct her selfe in the art of painting by the patternes of my face! Cat. Sir, shall I speake with you? Pike. Yes, Lady, so you will not mock mee. Cat. Indeed I cannot, but must needs acknowledge Myselfe beholding to you. Pike.
Thence with Sir D. Gawden homewards, calling at Lincolne's Inn Fields: but my Lady Jemimah was not within: and so to Newgate, where he stopped to give directions to the jaylor about a Knight, one Sir Thomas Halford brought in yesterday for killing one Colonel Temple, falling out at a taverne.
Enter Jaylour, & 3 Spanish Picaroes chayned. Jay. Here's a chearefull morning towards, my brave blouds! Yes, Jaylor, if thou wert to be hangd in one of our roomes. Jay. On, on; the Lords will sitt presently. What's hee? Jay. An Englishman. A dog! A divell! Let's beate out his braines with our Irons. Jay.
On, on; leave rayling, cursing & lying: had you not run from the Castle the hangman & you had bene "hayle fellow! well met:" On! All. Pike. Patience is a good armour, humility a strong headpiece, would I had you all three, I know where. Enter Bustamente shackled, & Jaylor. Bust. Whither dost lead me? Jay. To a roome by your selfe: 'tis my office to have a care of my nurse children. Bust.
He was a true Devonshire blade. Sec. My Countryman, sir: therefore would I have given the price of a hundred of the best Toledoes rather then heare the misse of him at home complayned by his Wife and Children. Jew. Your tendernes becomes you, sir, but not the time, which wafts us hence to shun a greater danger. Exeunt. Enter Pike in shackles, nightcap, playsters on his face; a Jaylor. Pike.
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