The Puritan Widow (Folio 3, 1664)
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Enter Sir John Penny-Dub, and Moll above lacing
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of her cloathes.
2200Moll. Who's there?
¶Pen. 'Tis I.
¶Moll. Who, Sir John Penny-Dub? O you're an early
¶Cock ifaith, who would have thought you to be so rare a
¶stirrer?
2205Pen. Prethee, Moll, let me come up.
¶Moll. No by my faith Sir John, I'le keep you down,
¶for you Knights are very dangerous if once you get a-
¶bove.
¶note the nature of the Climates: your Northern Wench
¶in her own Countrey may well hold out till she be fif-
¶teen, but if she touch the South once, and come up to
¶London, here the Chimes go presently after twelve.
2215Pen. O th'art a mad Wench, Moll, but I prethee
¶Moll. Do you follow him, I'le not be long after.
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Exeunt.
