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Sit tibi bona dies: salus & quies. Into the withdrawing room, Sir Boniface. Without any compunction, I will make the Conjunction. Now keep thy countenance, Boy. Fear not me, I have as good a face in a Mask, as any Lady in the Land could wish to have: but to my heart, he comes, or he comes not; now am I in a pitiful perplexity, until I see the event of all. No more Jack now, but Mistress Luce. I warrant you Mistress: that it happens so luckily, that my name should be Luce too, to make the marriage more firm! My honey sweet Hag, where's Luce? Here sweet heart, but disguised and veiled, as you are vizarded. But what's the reason we are thus Hoodwinked? No discovery of yourselves for a million, there's Sir Boniface within, shall he blab who you are? Besides, there's a young Heir that hath stolen a lord's Daughter from the Court, and would not have their faces seen for a World: cannot you be content to fare well, and keep your own counsel, and see, yonder they come. gramercy my sugar-candy sweet Trot. Mum, no more words. If the great Heir and the young Lady be so dainty of their Complexions, they shall see (my sweet Luce) we can visard it with the best of them. That Gentleman, by the wise-woman's description, should be Master Chartley. (Meaning Boyster.) That gallant Wench, if my Grannam fable not, Should be Luce: but what be those other? You wrong me, but to ask, who but a young Heir, and a Lady of the Court: that's Luce, take her, and keep your promise. Pocas palabras. That's Chartley, take him Luce. But who be they? A Lord and Lady shall Sir Boniface stay, Rather than so, strive who should lead the way. Now Iack my Boy, keep thine own counsel, and countenance, and I shall cry quittance with my young Gallant. Well, by this time Sir Boniface is at his Book. But because there is a mistake, known only to my Boy and myself; the Marriage shall be no sooner ended, but I'll disturb them by some sudden outcry, and that too, before they have leisure to unmask, and make known themselves one to another; for if the deceit were known, I should fall into the danger of that young mad Rascal. And now this double apprehension of the Lord and the Lady shall fetch me off from all; I know it is Sir Boniface his custom, to make short work, and hath dispatched by this: And now Wise-woman, try if thou canst bestir thyself like to a Madwoman— shift for yourselves, Warrants and Pursuivants! Away, Warrants and Pursuivants! shift for yourselves. I'll take this way. I this. Curro Curris Curcurri: My cheeks are all Murry, And I am gone in an hurry. O Heaven! what shall become of me? I know what shall become of me already.
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