_Ju._ I defie you both;
Thy daughter plaid the villain and betraid me.
Betrai'd my honor.
_La._ Honor, Rascal,
And let that bear an action, I'll try it with thee,
Honor?
_Tob._ Oh Reprobate!
_La._ Thou musty Justice,
Buy an honourable halter and hang thy self.
_[T]ob._ A worshipful ropes end is too good for him.
_La._ Get honor that way, thou wot die a dog else.
_Tob._ Come and be whipt first.
_La._ Where is her Portion.
_Enter Nurse and Women._
_Ju._ Where I'll keep it safely.
_Nur._ Traitor, thou shall not keep it.
_Ju._ More of the kennel? put more bolts to th' doors there,
And arm your selves, hell is broke loose upon us.
_Tob._ I am glad y'are come, we'll blow the house down.
_La._ Oh Nurse, I have such cause--
_Wo._ Villain, viper, although you had no cause, we are bound
To help.
_Nur._ Yes, and believe, we come not here to examine,
And if you please we'll fire the house.
_Ju._ Call the Constable.
_Tob._ A charitable motion, fire is comfortable.
_La._ No, no, we'll only let him know our minds,
We will commit no outrage, he's a Lawyer.
_Ju._ Give me my Musket.
_La._ Where's my daughters body,
That I may bury it?
_Wo._ Speak, or we'll bury thee.
_Nur._ Alive, we'll bury thee, speak old Iniquity.
_Tob._ Bury him alive by all means for a testimony.
_Ju._ Their voices make my house reel, oh for Officers,
I am in a dream, thy daughters spirit
[Walkes] a nights, and troubles all the neigh[bou]rs:
Go hire a Conjurer, I'll say no more.
_La._ The Law shall say more.
_Wo. Nur._ We are Witnesses,
And if thou be'st not hang'd--
_Enter_ Lurcher _and Boy_.
_Lur._ Buy a Book of good manners,
A short Book of good manners.
_Boy._ Buy a ballad, a ballad of the maid was got with child.
_Tob._ That might ha been my case last night,
I'll ha't, what e'er it cost me.
_Boy._ A ballad of the Witches hang'd at _Ludlow_.
_Tob._ I will have that too;
There was an Aunt of mine, I think amongst 'em,
I would be glad to hear her Testament.
_Lur._ A new Book of Women.
_Ju._ The thunder's laid, how they stare at him.
_Lur._ A new Book of Fools, a strange Book,
Very strange fools.
_Ju._ I'll owe thee a good turn, whate'er thou art.
_Lur._ A Book of Walking Spirits.
_Ju._ That I like not.
_Tob._ Nor I, they walk'd me the Fools Morris.
_Lur._ A Book of Wicked Women.
_Ju._ That's well thought on.
_[L]ur._ Of rude, malicious Women, of proud Women,
Of scolding Women, we shall ne'er get in.
_Boy._ A ballad of wrong'd Maids.
_La._ I'll buy that.
_Lur._ A little, very little Book,
Of good and godly Women, a very little one,
So little you may put it in a Nutshel.
_Tob._ With a small print that no body can read it.
_Nur._ Peace sirrah, or I'll tear your Books.
_Ju._ Open the door and let him in, I love him.
_Lur._ A Book of evil Magistrates.
_La._ I marry d'ye hear that Justice.
_Lur._ And their eviller wives,
That wear their Places in their Petticoats.
_Ju._ D'ye hear that Lady.
_Boy._ A Book new printed against Playing,
Dancing, Masking, May-poles; a zealous Brothers Book,
And full of Fables.
_Lur._ Another Book of Women, of mad women,
Women that were born in _March_. [_Exit._
_La._ Are you got in?
We would ha pull'd your knaves hide else; this fellow
Was sent to abuse us, but we shall have time
To talk more with this Justice.
_Ju._ Farewel Madam, as you like this, come visit me agen,
You and your treble strings, now scold your hearts out--
_Wo._ Shall he carry it thus away?
_Nur._ Go to the Judge, and what you'll have us swear--
_La._ I thank ye heartily,
I'll keep that for the last, I will go home,
And leave him to his Conscience for a while,
If it sleep long, I'll wake it with a vengeance. [_Exit._
_Enter Servants._
_1._ What book has he given thee?
_2._ A dainty book, a book of the great Navy,
Of fifteen hundred ships of Cannon-proof,
Built upon Whales to keep their keels from sinking:
And Dragons in 'em, that spit fire ten mile;
And Elephants that carry goodly Castles.
_1._ Dost thou believe it?
_2._ Shall we not believe Books in print?
_1._ I have _John Taylors_ book of Hempseed too,
Which for two lines I hapned on by chance,
I reverence.
_2._ I prethee what are they?
_1._ They are so pat upon the time, as if
He studied to answer the late Histriomastix,
Talking of change and transformations,
That wittily, and learnedly he bangs him,
So many a Puritans ruff, though starch'd in print,
Be turn'd to Paper, and a Play writ in't
[A Play in the Puritans ruff? I'll buy his Works for't,
And confute _Horace_ with a Water Poet:]
What hast there a Ballad too?
_2._ [This?] This is a piece of Poetry indeed;
[_He sings; Justice cries within._
What noise is that?
_1._ Some cry i th' streets; prethee sing on. [_Sing[s] again._
_2._ Agen, dost not hear? 'tis i'th' house certainly?
_1._ 'Tis a strange noise! and has a tang o'th' Justice.
_2._ Let's see! [_Exit._
_Enter the Servants bringing in their Master_
_bound and gagg'd._
_1._ Untie his feet, pull out his gagg, he will choak else;
What desperate rogues were these.
_2._ Give him fresh air.
_Ju._ I will never study books more:
I am undone, these villains have undone me.
Rifled my Desk, they have undone me learnedly:
A fire take all their Books, I'll burn my Study:
Where were you rascals when the villains bound me,
You could not hear?
_1._ He gave us Books, Sir, dainty Books to busie us;
And we were reading, in that which was the Brew-house;
A great way off, we were singing Ballads too;
And could not hear.
_Ju._ This was a precious thief,
A subtle trick to keep my servants safe.
_2._ What ha you lost Sir?
_Ju._ They ransack'd all before my face, and threatned
To kill me if I cough'd, they have a chain,
My rings, my box of casting gold, my purse too.
They robb'd me miserably: but that which most grieves me,
They took away some Writings; 'twas a rogue
That knew me, and set on by the old Lady,
I will indite her for't.
_1._ Shall we pursue 'em?
_Ju._ Run, run, cursed raskals,
I am out of my wits, let not a creature in,
No not with necessaries.
_2._ We shall be starv'd.
_Ju._ I'll buy my meat at window as they pass by;
I [wonot] trust my Scrivenor, he has books too;
And bread I'll ha flung up; I charge ye all
Burn all the books i'th' house.
_1._ Your little Prayer Book?
_Ju._ I'll never pray agen, I'll have my doors
Made up, nothing but walls, and thick ones too;
No sound shall tempt me agen, remember I
Have forswore books.
_2._ If you should be call'd to take your oath?
_Ju._ I will forswear all oaths, rather than see
A thing but in the likeness of a book:
And I were condemn'd, I'll rather chuse to hang,
Than read agen; come in, and search all places,
They may be about the house, were the doors lock'd?
_1._ But the keys in 'em, and if they be gone,
They could not want wit to lock us in, Sir.
_Ju._ Never was a man so miserably undone,
I would lose a limb, to see their rogueships totter. [_Exeunt._
_Enter Lady and Nurse._
_La._ Thy brothers daughter, saist, and born in _Wales_?
_Nur._ I have long time desired to see her, and I hope
Your Ladyship will not be offended.
_La._ No, no.
_Nur._ I should be happy, if she might be serviceable
To you Madam.
_La._ Beshrew me, but at first, she took me much,
Is she not like _Maria_? setting aside
Her language very like her, and I love her
The better for't, I prethee call her hither,
She speaks feat English.
_Nur._ Why _Guennith, Guennith, du hummah Guennith_.
She is course Madam, after her countrey guise,
And were she in fine cloths--
_La._ I'll have her handsome:
_Enter_ Maria.
What part of _Wales_ were you born in?
_Ma._ In _Abehundis_ Mada[ms].
_Nur._ She speaks that name in _Welsh_, which we call _Brecknock_.
_La._ What can you do?
_Ma._ Her was toe many tings in _Walls_, know not the fashion
in _Londons_; her was milk the Cows, make seeze and butters,
and spin very well the Welsh _freeze,_ her was Cooke to te
Mountain Cots, and sing very fine prittish tunes, was mage good
ales and breds, and her know to dance on Sundays, marge you now
Madams.
_La._ A pretty innocence, I do like her infinitely, _Nurse_,
And if I live--
_Enter Servant._
_Ser._ Here is Mr. _Hartlove_, Madam, come to see you.
_La._ Alas poor Gentleman, prethee admit him.
_Enter_ Hartlove _and Gent_.
_Ha._ Madam, I am come to take my last leave.
_La._ How Sir?
_Ha._ Of all my home affections, and my friends,
For the interest you had once in _Maria_,
I would acquaint you when I leave the kingdom.
_La._ Would there were any thing in my poor power
That might divert your Will, and make you happy,
I am sure I have wrong'd her too, but let your pardon
Assure me you are charitable; she's dead
Which makes us both sad: What do you look on?
[_1._] The likest face--
_Ma._ Plesse us awle, why does that sentilman make such unders
and mazements at her, I know her not.
_Ha._ Be not offended maid.
_La._ How the wench blushes, she represents _Marias_ loss to him.
_Ma._ Will the sentilman hurt her? pray you be her defences,
was have mad phisnomies, is her troubled with Lunaticks in her
prain pans, bless us awle.
_Ha._ Where had you this face?
_Ma._ Her faces be our none, I warrant her.
_Ha._ I wonot hurt you, all the lineaments
That built _Maria_ up; all those springing beauties
Dwell on this thing, change but her tongue I know her:
Let me see your hand.
_Ma. Du Guin._ was never thieves, and robberies; here is no
sindge in her hands warrant her.
_Ha._ Trust me, the self-same white,
And softness, prethee speak our English Dialect.
_Ma._ Ha leggs? what does her speage hard urds to her, to make
poor _Guenith_ ridicles, was no mannerly sentilman to abuse her.
_Ha._ By the love,
That everlasting love I bear _Maria_--
_Ma. Maria_, her name was _Guenith_, and good names, was
poor else, oman maid, her have no fine kanags to madge her
tricksie[, yet] in her own cuntries was held a fine ense her
can tels her, and honest ense too, marg you dat now, her can
keep her little legs close enough, warrant her.
_La._ How prettily this anger shews.
_1._ She gabbles innocently.
_Ha._ Madam farewel, and all good fortune dwell we'e,
With me my own affections; farewel Maid,
Fair gentle maid.
_2._ She sighs.
_Ma._ Du cat a whee.
_Ha._ I cannot goe, there's somewhat calls me back.
_Ma._ Poor _Frank_,
How gladly would I entertain thy love,
And meet thy worthy flame, but shame forbids me:
If please her Ladyship[s] dwell here with _Guenith_, and learn
to spinn and card ull, to mage flannells, and linseyes ulseis,
fall tawgco'd urds to her Ladyships urships for her. [_The
tears flow from him._
The tears of true affection, woe is me,
Oh cursed love that glories in maids miseries,
And true mens broken hearts.
_La._ Alas I pity him, the wench is rude, and knows you not,
forgive her.
_Ma._ Wy[n]e your nyes [p]ray you, though was porn in Walls
'mong craggy rocks, and mountains, yet heart is soft, look
you hur can weep too, when hur see men mage prinie tears and
lamentations.
_Ha._ How hard she holds me!
Just as _Maria_ did, weeps the same drops,
Now as I have a living soul, her si[gh] too;
What shall I think, is not your name _Maria_,
If it be not, delude me with so much charity
To say it is.
_Ma._ Upon her life, you was mighty deal in love with some
podies, your pale seekes and hollow nyes, and pantings upon her
posom, know very well, because look you, her think her honest
sentilman, you sall call her _Maria_.
_Ha._ Good Madam, think not ill I am thus saucy.
_La._ Oh no Sir, be you not angry with the wench.
_Ha._ I am most pleas'd.
_1._ Lets interrupt him, he'll be mad outright else.
_2._ Observe a little more.
_Ha._ Would I could in your language beg a kiss.
_Ma._ If her have necessities of a kiss, look you, dere is one
in sarities.
_Ha._ Let me suffer death,
If in my apprehension two twinn'd cherries
Be more a kinn, than her lips to _Maria_'s:
And if this harsh illusion would but leave her,
She were the same, good Madam, shall I have
Your consent now?
_La._ To what?
_Ha._ To give this Virgin to me.
_La._ She's not mine, this is her kinswoman,
And has more power to dispose; alas, I pity him.
Pray gentlem[e]n prevail with him to goe;
More that I wish his comfort than his absence.
_Ha._ You have been always kind to me, will you
Deny me your fair Cosin?
_Nu._ 'Twere fit you first obtain'd her own consent.
_Ha._ [He] is no friend that wishes my departure,
I doe not trouble you.
_1._ 'Tis not _Maria_.
_Ha._ Her shadow is enough, I'll dwell with that,
Pursue your own ways, shall we live together?
_Ma._ If her will come to morrow and tauge to her, her will
tell her more of her meanings, and then if her be melancholy,
her will sing her a Welch Song too, to make her merries,
but _Guenith_ was very honest; her was never love but one
sentleman, and he was bear her great teal of good-ills too,
was marry one day _S. Davy_, her give her five pair of white
gloves, if her will dance at her weddings.
_Ha._ All I am worth,
And all my hopes this strange voice would forsake her,
For then she shud be--prethee stay a little,
Hark in thine ear, dissemble not, but tell me,
And save my life; I know you are _Maria_:
Speak but as I doe, ten words to confirm me;
You have an _English_ soul, do not disguise it
From me with these strange accents--She pinch'd hard
Again, and sigh'd.
_La._ What ails the Wench? [_Exit._
_Nur._ Why, _Guenith_.
_Ha._ She's gone too.
_2._ Come leave this dream.
_Ha._ A dream? I think so;
But 'twas a pleasing one, now I'll obey,
And forget all these wonders, lead the way. [_Exeunt._
_Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima._
_Enter_ Wildbrain _and_ Toby.
_Wild._ Honest _Toby_?
_To._ Sweet Mr. _Wildbrain_,--I am glad I ha met w'ye.
_Wild._ Why, did my Aunt send for me?
_Tob._ Your Aunt's a mortal, and thinks not on you
For ought I can perceive.
_Wild._ Is my cosin alive agen?
_Tob._ Neither, and yet we do not hear
That she's buried.
_Wild._ What should make thee glad then?
_Tob._ What should make me glad? have I not cause,
To see your Princely body well, and walk thus,
Look blithe and bonny, and your Wardrobe whole still?
_Wild._ The case is clear, and I ha found a Mine,
A perfect _Indie_, since my Aunt cashier'd me;
What think'st of this?
_Tob._ Oh delicate bells.
_Wild._ Thou puttest me in mind,
We are to ring anon, I mean[t] to send for thee;
Meet me at the old Parish Church.
_Tob._ Say no more.
_Wild._ When thy Lady is a bed, we ha conspir'd
A midnight peal for joy.
_Tob._ If I fail, hang me i' th' bell-ropes.
_Wild._ And how? and how does my Aunt?
_Tob._ She's up to th' ears in Law;
I do so whirl her to the Counsellors chambers,
And back again, and bounce her for more money,
And too again, I know not what they do with her;
But she's the merriest thing among these Law-drivers;
And in their studies half a day together;
If they do get her with _Magna Charta_, she swears,
By all the ability of her old body,
She will so claw the Justice, she will sell
The tiles of the house she vows, and Sack out o'th' Cellar,
(That she worships to Idolatry) but she'll hang him.
_Wild._ I would she could: but hark thee honest _Toby_.
If a man have a Mistriss, may we not,
Without my Aunt's leave, borrow now and then
A Coach to tumble in, towards the Exchange,
And so forth?
_Tob._ A Mistriss?
_Wild._ She may be thine when we are married.
_Tob._ Command, I'll carry you both in pomp;
And let my Lady go a foot a Law-catching,
And exercise her corns: where is she Master _John_?
_Wild._ 'Shat see her.
_Tob._ Shall we ring for her?
_Wild._ And drink her health?
_Tob._ Drink stifly for five hours.
_Wild._ We'll drink fifteen.
_Tob._ To night? we will ha twenty Torches then,
And through the streets drive on triumphantly;
Triumphantly we'll drive, by my Lad[y]es door,
As I am a Christian Coachman, I will rattle you
And Urine in her porch, and she shall fear me:
If you say more, I shall run mad outright,
I will drink Sack, and surfeit instantly;
I know not where I am now. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Lurcher.
_Wi._ Hold for thy buttons sake, the knave's transported.
_Lur. Jack Wildbrain?_
_Wild._ Honest _Tom_, how thrives the fellonious world with thee now?
_Lur._ You look and talk as you were much exalted.
_Wild._ Th'art i'th' right _Tom_. I'll tell thee first,
I ha shook off my Aunt, and yet I live still,
And drink, and sing; her house had like to ha spoil'd me;
I keep no hours now;
Nor need any false key
To the old womans Cabinets, I ha money
Upon my word, and pawn no oaths to th' Butler.
No matrimonial protestations
For Sack-possets to the Chambermaid,
I praise my Fate, there be more ways to th' wood _Tom_.
_Lur._ Prethee release my wonder.
_Wild._ I'll increase it, wipe thine eyes,
Here is a chain worth money, and some man had it,
A foolis[h] Diamond, and other trifles--
_Lur._ The very same, Oh Gipsey! Infidel!
All that I sweat, and ventur'd my neck for,
He has got already; who would trust a strumpet:
_Wild._ This? This is nothing to what I possess
At home.
_Lur._ What home?
_Wild._ A house that shall be nameless;
The Mistriss of it mine too, such a piece
For flesh and blood, added to that so loving--
_Lur._ Is she married?
_Wild._ I know not, nor I care not;
But such a prize, so mounting, so delicious,
Thou wilt run mad, I'll tell thee more hereafter.
_Lur._ Nay, prethee a word more.
_Wild._ I took no pains to find out all this Paradise,
My destiny threw me upon't i'th dark, I found it
Wanting a Lodging too.
_Lur._ No old acquaintance?
_Wild._ Never, never saw her;
But these things happen not in every age:
I cannot stay, if thou wilt meet anon
At my own randevow, thou knowest the Tavern,
We'll sup together, after that a company
Of merry lads have made a match to ring.
_Lur._ You keep your exercise, i'th' old Church?
_Wild._ No other,
There is no Musick to the Bells, we wo'd
Have Bonfires if we durst, and thou wo'd come
It shall cost thee nothing _Tom_, hang pilfering,
And keep me company, in time I may
Shew thee my wench too.
_Lur._ I cannot promise; but you will be there?
_Wild._ We'll toss the Bells, and make the Steeple
Roar boy, but come to supper then.
_Lur._ My hand, and expect me:
Yes, I will come or send, and to some purpose;
Art come boy?
_Enter Boy with Gown, Beard, and Constables staff._
Excellent, Knave, how didst thou purchase these?
_Boy._ The staff I stole last night from a sleeping Constable;
The rest I borrowed by my acquaintance with
The Players boyes; you were best to lose no time, Sir.
_Lur._ So, so, help boy, 'tis very well, do I not look
Like one that breaks the Kings peace with authority?
You know your charge, prepare things handsomely,
My diligent boy, and leave me to my office.
_Boy._ There wants nothing already; but I fly Sir. [_Exit._
_Lur._ Now Fortune prove no slut, and I'll adore thee.
_Within. Ser._ Whose there? [_Knocks._
_Lur._ A friend wo'd speak with Master Justice.
_Ser._ Who are you?
_Lur._ I am the Constable.
_Ser._ My Master is not at leasure to hear business.
_Lur._ How? Not at leasure to do the King service;
Take heed what you say, Sir; I know his worship,
If he kn[e]w my business, would no excuse.
_Ser._ You must go to another Justice, I'll assure
My Master is not well in health.
_Lur._ I know not,
But if your worshipful be not at leasure
To do himself a benefit, I am gone Sir,
An infinite benefit, and the State shall thank him for't;
Thank him, and think on him too; I am an Officer.
And know my place, but I do love the Justice;
I honor any authority above me:
Beside, he is my neighbor, and I worship him.
_Ser._ You have no Books, nor Ballads, Mr Constable,
About you?
_Lur._ What should I doe with Books? does it become
A man of my place to understand such matters?
Pray call your Master, if he please to follow me,
I shall discover to him such a plot,
Shall get him everlasting fame, I'll be hang'd for't,
And he be not knighted instantly, and for reward
Have some of the malefactors Lands, I'll bring him too;
But I cannot d[all]y time. [_Within._
_Ju._ Who's that?
_Ser._ A Constable Sir, would speak about some business,
He says will bring you Fame, and mighty profit.
_Lur._ Please your worship come down, I'll make you happy;
The notabl'st piece of villany I have in hand Sir,
And you shall find it out; I ha made choice
To bring your worship to the first knowledge, and
Thank me, as you find the good on't afterwards.
_Ju._ What is it? Treason?
_Lur._ 'Tis little better, I can tell you I have lodg'd
A crew of the most rank and desperate villains:
They talk of robberies and waies they did 'em;
And how they left men bound i[n] their studies.
_Ju._ With Books and Ballads?
_Lur._ That Sir, that, and murders,
And thousand knaveries more, they're very rich Sir,
In Money, Jewels, Chains, and a hundred more
Devices.
_Ju._ Happy, happy Constable, I meet ye
At the back door, get ready knaves.
_Lur._ Not a man I beseech you,
I have privately appointed strength about me,
They cannot start, your men would breed suspition;
All my desire is, you would come alone;
That you might have the hope of the enterprise,
That you might hear 'em first, and then proceed, Sir.
_Ju._ I come, I come.
_Lur._ 'Tis very well. [_Exit._
_Ju._ Keep all my doors fast, 'tis something late.
_Lur._ So, so, and please your worship I[le] direct you.
_Enter Boy._
_Boy._ My Master staies, I doubt his lime-twigs catch not,
If they doe, all's provided; but I all
This while forget my own state, fair _Maria_
Is certainly alive, I met her in
Another habit, with her Nurse, 'twas she:
There is some trick in't, but when this is over,
I'll find it out, this project for the Usurer
May have good effect; however, 'twill be sport
To mortifie him a little;
_Enter_ Lurcher.
He's come without him:
Have you fail'd, Sir?
_Lur._ Prosper'd? my little Ingineer; away,
He is i'th' next room, be not you seen, sirrah. [_Exit._
_Boy._ The pitfall's ready, never Justice
Was catcht in such a nooze: e'er he get out,
He shall run through a scouring purgatory,
Shall purge him to the quick, 'tis night already. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Algripe _and_ Lurcher.
_Lur._ Come softly, yet Sir, softly, are you not weary?
_Ju._ Th'ast brought me into a melancholy place,
I see no creature.
_Lur._ This is, Sir, their Den
Where they suppose themselves secure, I am faint,
With making haste; but I must be thus troubled,
And therefore never go without a Cordial; [_Seems to drink._
Without this I should dye;
How it refreshes me
Already! will't please your worship? I might have had
The manners to ha' let you drink before me;
Now am I lusty.
_Ju._ 'T[h]as a good taste.
_Lur._ Taste? how d'ye find the virtue, nay Sir, spare it not:
My wife has the Receipt, does it not stir
Your Worships body? when you come to examine,
'Twill make you speak like thunder.
_Ju._ Hoy he.
_Lur._ It works already.
_Ju._ Is there never a chair, I was wearier than I thought,
But who shall we have to take 'em. Mr. Constable?
_Lur._ Let me alone, when I but give the watch-word
We will have men enough to surprize an Army.
_Ju._ I begin to be sleepy; what, hast a chair?
_Enter another with a chair._
_Lur._ They do not dream of us, 'tis early rising;
Care, care, and early rising, Common-wealths men
Are ever subject to the nods; sit down, Sir,
A short nap is not much amiss; so, so, he's fast;
Fast as a fish i'th' net, he has winking powder
Shall work upon him to our wish, remove him,
Nay, we may cut him into collops now
And he ne'r feel; have you prepar'd the vault, sirrah?
_Boy._ Yes, yes, Sir, every thing in's place.
_Lur._ When [we] have plac'd him, you and I boy
Must about another project hard by, his potion
Will bind him sure enough till we return,
This villany weighs mainly, But we'll purge ye. [_Exit._
[_Bells ring._
_Enter Sexton._
_Sex._ Now for mine ears, mine ears be constant to me;
They ring a wager, and I must deal justly, ha boys.
_Enter Lurcher and Boy._
_Lur._ Dost hear 'em, hark, these be the Ringers?
_Boy._ Are you sure the same?
_Lur._ Or my directions fail;
The coast is clear:
How the bells go! how daintily they tumble!
And methinks they seem to say; Fine fools I'll fit you.
_Sex._ Excellent agen, good boys--oh that was nought.
_Lur._ Who's that?
_Boy._ Be you conceal'd by any means yet, hark,
They stop, I hope they'll to't agen, close Sir.
_Enter_ Wildbrain, Toby, _Ringers_.
_Wild._ A palpable knock.
_Ring._ 'Twas none.
_To._ Be judg'd by the Sexton then,
If I have ears.
_Sex._ A knock, a knock, a gross one.
_To._ Carman, your gallon of wine, you ring most impiously,
Art thou o'th' worshipful company of the Knights o'th West,
And handle a bell with no more dexterity?
You think you are in _Thames-street_
Justling the Carts: oh a clean hand's a Jewel.
_Boy._ Good speed to your good exercise.
_To._ Y' are welcome.