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The History of Sir John Oldcastle (Folio 3, 1664)
2315Enter Priest and Doll.
2316Priest. Come Doll, come, be merry wench.
2317Farewell Kent, we are not for thee.
2321the other day.
2323the Devil, drink, and dice, has devoured all.
2324Doll. You might have left me in Kent till you had
2325been better provided.
2326Priest. No, Doll, no, Kent's too hot, Doll, Kent's
2327too hot: the weathercock of Wrotham will crow no lon-
2328ger, we have pluckt him, he has lost his feathers, I have
2329prun'd him bare, left him thrice, is moulted, is moulted
2330wench.
2332pool told me he would provide me a Mistris.
2333Priest. Peace, Doll, peace; come mad wench, I'le
2335our friends, the troth is, I'le marry thee, we want but a
2336little money, and money we will have I warrant thee:
2339Doll, we'll see the end.
2340Enter the Irishman with his dead Master,
2341and rifles him.
2343is rob and cut thy trote, for de shain, and dy mony, and
2344dy gold ring, be me truly is love de well, but now dow
2345be kill de, be shitten kanave.
2348leufter.
2350kill'd a man here, and rifled him of all that he has:
2353Robs him.
2355shain and his ring, and now's be rob of all, me's undo.
2357Doll, the devil laughs when one thief robs another: come
2358wench, we'll to S. Albans, and revel in our bower, my
2359brave girle.
2360Doll. O thou art old Sir John when all's done ifaith.