The Puritan Widow (Folio 3, 1664)
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Enter at one door Corporal Oath, a vain-glorious fellow,
¶_and at the other, three of the Widdow Puritans Ser-
305_vingmen, Nicholas Saint-Tantlings, Simon Saint,
¶_ing coats, and Books at their Girdles, as coming from
¶Church. _They meet.
310met with you next our hearts; you are the man that we
¶are forbidden to keep company withall, we must not
315seen in your company.
¶Corp. Why how now? we three? Puritanical Scrape-
320All. Oh.
¶Corp. Why Nicholas Saint-Tantlings, Simon Saint
¶no better, you half-Christened Katomites, you ungod-
325proud, and the second to be Cox-combs; proud Cox-
¶combs; not once to do duty to a man of Mark.
¶Frail. A man of Mark, quatha, I do not think he can
¶shew a Beggars Noble.
330is able to blow you up all drye with your Books at your
¶Girdles.
¶know the breath of man is weak.
Corp breaths on Frailty.
335enough; blows us up, quatha, he may well blow me above
¶right, a man might smell him from the top of Newgate, to
¶the the Leads of Ludgate.
¶Corp. Sirrah, thou hollow book of Wax-candle.
¶Nich. Hold, hold, good Corporal Oath; for if you
345combs, my Captain is imprisoned, and by Vulcan's Lea-
¶ther Cod-piece point---------
¶Nich. O Simon, what an oath was there.
¶Breeches would fall down about his heels, for Venus al-
350lows but one point to his hose.
¶Prison doors, and brain the Keeper with the begging-
355dear Kinsman in Cappadochio.
¶Cor. I, thou Church-peeling, thou Holy-paring, Reli-
360time I heard on't.
¶thy yearly-wages, let not a Commander perish?
¶rish.
¶my Kinsman, if I can do him any good, I will,---but I
¶have nothing for him, Simon Saint Mary Overies and
¶Frailty, pray make a Lye for me to the Knight my Ma-
¶ster, old Sir Godfrey.
370Cor. A Lye? may you lye then?
¶Sim. True, we may lie with our Neighbour's wife,
¶Cor. Oh, an excellent Tag of Religion!
380flock well, for he's an excellent Feeder.
¶
Exeunt Corporal & Nicholas.
¶afterwards fall to the pettitoes.
Exeunt Sim.& Frailty.
¶
The Prison, Marshalsea.
