The Puritan Widow (Folio 3, 1664)
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The Puritan Widow.
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Actus Quartus.
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Enter Moll, and Sir John Penny-Dub.
¶at your pleasure; what doe you think I was dubb'd for
¶nothing, no by my faith Ladies daughter.
¶Moll. Pray Sir John Penny-Dub, let it be defer'd a-
1755while, I have a heart to marry as you can have; but as
¶the Fortune-teller told me.
¶Penny. Pax-oth' Fortune-teller, would Derrick had
¶did he know what case I was in? why this is able to make
¶Moll. And then he told me moreover, Sir John, that
¶the breach of it, kept my Father in Purgatory.
¶Penny. In Purgatory? why let him purge out his heart
¶there, what have we to doe with that? there's Physicians
1765enow there to cast his water, is that any matter to us?
¶how can he hinder our love? why let him be hang'd now
¶he's dead?---Well, have I rid post day and night, to
¶bring you merry newes of my Fathers death, and now---
¶Moll. Thy Fathers death? is the old Farmer dead?
1770Penny. As dead as his Barn door, Moll.
¶John, that I shall have my Coach and my Coach-man?
¶Penny. I faith.
1775draw it?
¶Penny. Too.
¶Moll. A guarded Lackey to run befor't, and py'd Li-
¶veries to come trashing after't.
¶ther I will.
¶Pen. All this.
¶made sure together before the Maids oth' Kitchin.
Exe.
1785
Enter Widow with her eldest Daughter, Franck,
¶
and Frailty.
¶Wid. How now? where's my Brother Sir Godfrey?
¶went he forth this morning?
1790sir reverence a Conjurer.
¶Wid. A Conjurer? what manner of fellow is he?
¶strongly made upward, for he goes in a Buff-Jerkin: he
¶sayes he will fetch Sir Godfrey's Chain agen, if it hang
1795between heaven and earth.
¶Wid. What he will not? then he's an exlent fellow I
¶warrant: how happy were that woman to be blest with
1800cheeks, and smoaky eye-browes.
¶nor black, nor nothing, I tell you, Madam, he looks as
¶once, you'de take him to be a Christian.
¶dred at, mother.
¶
Enter Sir Andrew Muck-hill, and Sir An-
¶
drew Tipstaffe.
¶Wid. Coades, what do you mean, Gentlemen? fie,
¶did I not give you your answers?
¶Muck. Sweet Lady?
¶come agen when you know my mind, so well deliver'd---
1820as a Widow could deliver a thing.
¶your suit quite and clean when you came to me again?
¶how say you? did I not?
¶you----
¶Wid. Go to, I'le cut you off; and Sir Oliver to put
¶you in comfort, afar off, my fortune is read me, I must
¶marry again.
¶out well.
¶
Enter Frailty.
¶Frail. O Madam, Madam.
¶lantly, I'le bring you to Court, wean you among the fair
¶Franck. It will doe very well.
¶Wid. What, do's he mean to Conjure here then? how
¶tlemen to walk a while ith' Garden, to gather a pinck, or
1845a Jillly-flower.
¶Both. With all our hearts, Lady, and count us fa-
¶vour'd.
Exit.
¶clear?
¶how like you our Room, sir?
¶
Enter Sir Godfrey, Captain, Pye-boord, Edmond,
¶
Nicholas.
1855Cap. O wonderfull convenient.
¶a Room to Conjure in, me thinks,---why you may bid,
¶I cannot tell how many Devils welcome in't; my Father
1860has had twenty in't at once!
¶Pye. What Devils?
¶could get.
¶Sir God. Nay put by your chats now, fall to your bu-
¶comes o're my stomack.
1870and tear the hangings.
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