The Puritan Widow (Folio 3, 1664)
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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.