The Puritan (Folio 3, 1664)

 2144Enter in haste Master Edmond and Frailty.
 2145Edm. This is the Marriage morning for my Mother
 2146and my Sister.
 2147Frail. O me, Master Edmond, we shall have rare do-
 2148ings.
 2149Edm. Nay go, Frailty, run to the Sexton, you know
 2150my mother will be married at Saint Antlings, hie thee, 'tis
 2151past five, bid them open the Church door, my Sister is al-
 2152most ready.
 2153Fra. What already, Master Edmond?
 2154Edm. Nay go hie thee, first run to the Sexton, and
 2155run to the Clerk, and then run to Master Pigman the
 2156Parson, and then run to the Milliner, and then run home
 2157agen.
 2158Frail. Here's run, run, run---
 2159Ed. But hark, Frailty.
 2160Fra. What, more yet?
 2161Edm. Has the Maids remembred to strew the way to
 2162the Church.
 2163Fra. Foh, an hour ago I helpt 'em my self.
 2164Ed. Away, away, away, away then.
 2165Frail. Away, away, away, away, then. Exit Frailty.
 2166Edm. I shall have a simple Father-in-law, a brave
 2167Captain, able to beat all our street: Captain Idle, now
 2168my Lady Mother will be fitted for a delicate name, my
 2169Lady Idle, my Lady Idle, the finest name that can be for
 2170a woman, and then the Schollar, Master Pye-boord for
 2171my Sister Frances, that will be Mistresse Frances Pye-
 2172boord, Mistresse Frances Pye-boord, they'll keep a good
 2173Table I warrant you: Now all the Knights noses are put
 2174out of joynt, they may go to a Bone-setters now.
 2175Enter Captain and Pye-boord.
 2176Hark, hark; oh who comes here with two Torches before
 2177'em, my sweet Captain, and my fine Schollar? oh how
 2178bravely they are shot up in one night, they look like fine
 2179Britains now me thinks, here's a gallant change ifaith;
 2180'slid, they have hir'd men and all by the Clock.
 2181Cap. Master Edmond, kind, honest, dainty Master
 2182Edmond.
 2183Edm. Poh, sweet Ceptain Father-in-law, a rare per-
 2184fume ifaith.
 2185Pye. What, are the Brides stirring? may we steall up-
 2186on 'em think'st thou, Master Edmond?
 2187Edm. Faw, their e'ne upon readinesse I can assure
 2188you: for they were at their Torch e'ne now, by the same
 2189token I tumbled down the staires.
 2190Pye. Alass, poor Master Edmond.
 2191Enter Musicians.
 2192Cap. O, the Musicians! I prethee, Master Edmond,
 2193call 'em in and liquor 'em a little.
 2194Edm. That I will, sweet Captain Father-in-law, and
 2195make each of them as drunk as a common Fidler.
 2196Exeunt omnes.
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The Puritan (Folio 3, 1664)
