The Puritan Widow (Folio 3, 1664)
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¶
Enter Sir Oliver Muck-hill, Sir Andrew Tipstaffe,
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and old Skirmish talking.
¶Countrey, in my life.
2225words?
¶Skir. Dare we? e'ne to their wezen pipes: we know
¶all their plots, they cannot squander with us, they have
¶knavishly abus'd us, made onely properties on's to ad[-}
2230their abuses, this morning they are to be married.
¶Muck. 'Tis too true, yet if the Widow be not too
¶their villanies will make 'em loathsome, and to that end,
2235nourable personage, to whom I am much indebted in
¶the payment of his tongue, and that he will lay out good
2240may doe me more good here in the City by a free word
¶of his mouth, then if he had paid one half in hand, and
¶took Doomesday for tother.
¶be thought effectuall; and to weighty purpose, and there-
¶fore into his mouth we'll put the approved theame of
¶their forgeries.
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Enter a Servant.
¶Muck. How now, fellow.
¶from his Coach.
¶Muck. Is my Lord come already? his honour's early:
2255You see he loves me well; up before heaven,
¶Trust me, I have found him night-capt at eleven:
¶There's good hope yet: come, I'le relate all to him.
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Exeunt.
