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You wonnot murder? helpe Captain, Mr. Crackby, Tim! Enter Omnes. Omnes. How now! how now! what's the matter? Lov. Grimes. Not if you meet him in the likenes of a bottle of Sack, good Steward. Tim. Why this is excellent. Suc. Grimes, let me hugg thee, thou sonn of witt. Grimes. Nay, letts not leave him thus. Crac. Leade on, weele follow. Finis Actus Secundi. Actus Tertius.
Yes, sir, we can shake our legs or soe. Suc. So said so don, brave ladd; come, letts have a daunce, some daunce and some play. Mus. Anything to please you, noble Captaine. Suc. Lively then, my hearts; some country Jigg or soe. Oh those playes that I have seene of youre, with their Jiggs ith tayles of them like your French forces! Strike up there! Grimes. Well don, my hearts; drinke, drinke. Suc.
Oh, hees fast enough; heele be ready to cast up his accounts the easier when my lady calls him. Crac. Come, come; who payes the Musicke? Captain, you have my purse. Suc. Truths a truth from Infidell or Pagan: I am in trust, and that's beleife, and so it shalbe saved. Pay the Musick? umh, where are they? let me see, how many's of you, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6: good, can any of you daunce? Mus. Daunce?
I do protest unto you, beauteous Lady, You do not cast a favorable aspect. Bel. I am no Plannet. Crac. Captaine, you doe me palpable affront: She is the election of my understanding. Sir Geff. Retort not so abstrusly. Cla. Hey day, where did you borrow this? Crac. Baffeld before my Mrs? Death to fame! Captaine, good Captaine. Suc.
By no meanes; the author has sworne to the contrary, least it should grow so wonderous old and turne a Ballad. Crac. Well said, Captain; the tother health, Captain: heres good wine, good Tobackoe, good everything: had we but a good wench or two twere excellent. Suc. Great Alexander, does not dreame of this, I warrant yee. Grimes.
My uncle tells your ladiship the truth: We are noe peasants or unhonorable To be affronted with indignities. Suc. Here are men that has seene service. Bunch. At a mustring or ith Artillery garden. Lady. 'Twas past my pleasure, good Sir Geffery, you have had such harch entertainement from them: henceforth Ile lay my charge upon them to be more tractable. Mr. Alexander, goe call my daughters hither.
Ime certaine of my selfe Ime impudent enough and can dissemble as well as ere my Father did to gett his wealth, but this country has tane my edge of quite; but I begin to sound the reason of it. Suc. What may it be imagind. Crac. Theirs nothing to excite desire but creame and eggs, and they are so common every clowne devoures them.
Soe, soe, now softely letts to him: ha, alreadie dead drunke, as I am vertuous. Tim. Yes, heere, here. Grimes. Quick, quick; make some plasters and clapp em on his face: here, bind this napkin about his hand; who has a garter, lets see, to bind it up? Suc. Some blood, my sonn of Mercury, were neceseary for consummation of the jest. Crac.
But with your favour, gentlemen; suppose he did unlive Thurston in faire duell? Sir Hu. No duell can be fayre, cause tis against The kingdomes lawes. Suc. Hel! a man of armes had better live in woods And combate wolves then among such milke sops. The kingdomes lawes! Crac. Patience, good Captaine; we will have duells lawful. Suc. Enter Constable and Prisoners. Sir Gef.
Were each egge at twelve pence, or as deare as lobsters, I could afford to eate them, but I hate all that is vulgar; 'tis most base. Suc. Pish, tis dificience in your resolution: Suppose your mistress were an enemy You were to encounter in sterne duell. Crac. 'Tis well my Enemie is a woman; I should feare else to suppose the meeting.
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