| ABERZANES |
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| So, so, away with him! I love to get ’em, |
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| But not to keep ’em. Dost thou know the house? |
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| [OLD] WOMAN |
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| No matter for the house, I know the porch. |
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| ABERZANES |
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| There’s sixpence more for that. Away; keep close. |
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| [Exit OLD WOMAN] |
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| My tailor told me he sent away a maidservant |
5 |
| Well ballast of all sides, within these nine days – |
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| His wife ne’er dreamed on’t – gave the drab ten pound |
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| And she ne’er troubles him. A common fashion |
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| He told me ’twas, to rid away a scape – |
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| And I have sent him this for’t. I remember |
10 |
| A friend of mine once served a prating tradesman |
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| Just on this fashion, to a hair in troth. |
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| ’Tis a good ease to a man; you can swell a maid up |
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| And rid her for ten pound; there’s the purse back again, |
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| Whate’er becomes of your money or your maid. |
15 |
| This comes of bragging now. It’s well for the boy too. |
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| He’ll get an excellent trade by’t and on Sundays |
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| Go like a gentleman that has pawned his rapier. |
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| He need not care what countryman his father was, |
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| Nor what his mother was when he was gotten. |
20 |
| The boy will do well, certain – give him grace |
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| To have a quick hand and convey things cleanly! |
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| ’Twill be his own another day. |
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| Enter FRANCISCA |
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| Oh well said! |
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| Art almost furnished? There’s such a toil always |
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| To set a woman to horse, a mighty trouble. |
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| The letter came to your brother’s hands, I know, |
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| On Thursday last by noon; you were expected there |
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| Yesterday night. |
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| FRANCISCA It makes the better sir. |
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| ABERZANES |
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| We must take heed we ride through all the puddles |
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| ’Twixt this and that now, that your safe-guard there |
30 |
| May be most probably dabbled. |
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| FRANCISCA Alas, sir, |
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| I never marked till now – I hate myself! – |
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| How monstrous thin I look! |
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| ABERZANES Not monstrous neither – |
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| A little sharp i’th’nose, like a country woodcock. |
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| FRANCISCA |
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| Fie, fie, how pale I am! I shall betray myself. |
35 |
| I would you’d box me well and handsomely |
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| To get me into colour. |
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| ABERZANES Not I, pardon me; |
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| That let a husband do when he has married you; |
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| A friend at court will never offer that. |
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| Come, how much spice and sugar have you left now |
40 |
| At this poor one month’s voyage? |
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| FRANCISCA Sure not much sir. |
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| I think some quarter of a pound of sugar |
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| And half an ounce of spice. |
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| ABERZANES Here’s no sweet charge! |
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| And there was thirty pound, good weight and true – |
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| Beside what my man stole when’t was a-weighing, |
45 |
| And that was three pound more, I’ll speak with least. |
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| The Rhenish wine, is’t all run out in caudles too? |
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| FRANCISCA |
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| Do you ask that sir? ’Tis of a week’s departure. |
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| You see what ’tis now to get children sir. |
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| [Enter BOY] |
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| BOY |
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| Your mares are ready both sir. |
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| ABERZANES Come, we’ll up then. |
50 |
| Youth, give my sister a straight wand. There’s twopence. |
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| BOY |
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| I’ll give her a fine whip sir. |
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| ABERZANES No, no, no – |
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| [Aside] Though we have both deserved it. |
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| BOY Here’s a new one. |
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| ABERZANES |
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| Prithee, talk to us of no whips, good boy; |
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| My heart aches when I see ’em. Let’s away. |
55 |
| Exeunt |
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