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The Puritan (Folio 3, 1664)
2219Enter Sir Oliver Muck-hill, Sir Andrew Tipstaffe,
2220and old Skirmish talking.
2223Countrey, in my life.
2225words?
2226Skir. Dare we? e'ne to their wezen pipes: we know
2227all their plots, they cannot squander with us, they have
2228knavishly abus'd us, made onely properties on's to ad[-}
2230their abuses, this morning they are to be married.
2231Muck. 'Tis too true, yet if the Widow be not too
2233their villanies will make 'em loathsome, and to that end,
2235nourable personage, to whom I am much indebted in
2237the payment of his tongue, and that he will lay out good
2240may doe me more good here in the City by a free word
2241of his mouth, then if he had paid one half in hand, and
2242took Doomesday for tother.
2247fore into his mouth we'll put the approved theame of
2248their forgeries.
2250Enter a Servant.
2251Muck. How now, fellow.
2253from his Coach.
2254Muck. Is my Lord come already? his honour's early:
2255You see he loves me well; up before heaven,
2256Trust me, I have found him night-capt at eleven:
2257There's good hope yet: come, I'le relate all to him.
2258Exeunt.