1131Strum. Nay neighbour Oliver, if you be so whot,

1132come prepare your self, you shall find two as stout fellows

1133of us, as any in all the North.

1134Oliv. No by my dorth neighbour Strumbo, Ich zee

1135dat you are a man of small zideration, dat will zeek to

1136injure your old vreends, one of your vamiliar guests, and

1137derefore zeeing your pinion is to deal withouten reazon,

1138Ich and my zonne William will take dat course, dat shall

1139be fardest vrom reason; how zay you, will you have my

1140Daughter or no?

1141Strum. A very hard question neighbour, but I will

1142solve it as I may: what reason have you to demand it

1143of me?

1144Will. Marry sir, what reason had you when my sister

1145was in the barn to tumble her upon the hay, and to fish

1146her Belly.

1147Strum. Mass thou say'st true; well, but would you

1148have me marry her therefore? No, I scorn her, and you,

1149and you. I, I scorn you all.

1150Oliv. You will not have her then?

1151Strum. No, as I am a true Gentleman.

1152Will. Then will we school you, ere you and we part

1153hence.

1156Strum. I, you come in pudding time, or else I had

1157 drest them.

1158Mar. You master sawce-box, lobcock, cocks-comb,

1159you slopsawce, lickfingers, will you not hear?

1160Strum. Who speak you to, me?

1161Mar. I sir, to you, John lackhonestie, littlewit, is it

1162you that will have none of me?

1163Strum. No by my troth, mistress nicebice, how fine

1164you can nick-name me; I think you were brought up in

1165the University of Bridewell, you have your Rhetorick so

1166ready at your tongues end, as if you were never well

1167warned when you were young.

1168Mar. Why then goodman cods-head, if you will have

1169none of me, farewell.

1170Strum. If you be so plain, mistress driggle-d

raggle,

1171fare you well.

1172Mar. Nay, master Strumbo, ere you go from hence we

1173must have more words, you will have none of me?

1175Strum. Oh my head, my head, leave, leave, leave,

1176I will, I will, I will.

1177Mar. Upon that condition I let thee alone.

1178Oliv. How now master Strumbo, hath my daughter

1179taught you a new lesson?

1180Strum. I but hear you, goodman Oliver? it will not

1181be for my ease to have my head broken every day, therefore

1182remedy this, and we shall agree.

1183Oli. Well, Zon, well, for you are my Zon now, all

1184shall be remedied, Daughter be friends with him.

1186Strum. You are a sweet Nut, the Devil crack you.

1187Masters, I think it be my luck, my first wife was a loving

1188quiet wench, but this I think would weary the Devil. I

1189would she might be burnt as my other Wife was; if not,

1190I must run to the Halter for help. O Codpiece, thou hast

1191undone thy Master, this it is to be medling with warm

1192plackets.