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Well, I'll make the beggarly knaves to pack for this: I'll have it every cross, income and Rent too. But stay here comes one: O 'tis M. Churms. I hope he brings me some good news. M. Churms you're well met, I am e'en almost starved for money. You must take some damnable course with my Tenants: they'll say. Faith sir, they are grown to be captious knaves. But I'll move them with a Habeas corpus. Do, good M. Churmes, or use any other villainous course shall please you. But what news abroad? ●●●th little news: but here's a Letter which M. Gripe desires me to deliver you. And though it stand not with my reputation, to be a carrier of Letters, yet not knowing how much it might concern you, I thought it better something to abase myself, than you should be any ways hindered. Thanks good sir, and I'll in and read it. Thus men of reach must look to live, I cry content, and murder where I kiss, Gripe takes me for his faithful friend, Imparts to me the secrets of his heart; And Ploddall thinks I am as true a friend, To every enterprise he takes in hand, As ever breathed under the cope of heaven: But dam me if they find it so, All this makes for my avail, I'll ha' the wench myself, or else my wits shall fail. See how the earth (this fragrant spring) is clad, And mantled round in sweet Nymph Flora's robes. Here grows th' alluring Rose, Sweet Marigolds, and the lovely Hyacinth: Come Nurse, gather: A crown of Roses shall adorn my head, I'll prank myself with flowers of the prime, And thus I'll spend away my primrose time. Rufty-tufty, are you so frolic? O that you knew as much as I do, 'twould cool you. Why what know'st thou Nurse? prithee tell me. Heavy news i'faith mistress, You must be matched & married to a husband. ha, ha, ha, ha, a husband i'faith. A Husband, Nurse? why that's good news if he be a good one. A good one quotha? ha, ha, ha, ha: why Woman I heard your father say, that he would marry you to Peter Ploddall, that puckfist, that snudge snout, that Coal carrierly Clown. Lord, 'twould be as good as meat and drink to me, to see how the fool would wood you. No, no, my Father did but jest: thinkest 〈...〉 I can stoop so low to take a brown bread crust, a clown that's brought up at the Cart? Cart quotha? ay, he'll cart you, for 〈...〉 tell how to court you. Ah Nurse, sweet Sophos is the man, Whose love is locked in Lelia's tender breast, This heart hath vowed, (if heavens do not deny,) My love with his entombed in earth shall lie. Peace Mistress, stand aside, here comes somebody.
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Well, Ile make the beggerly knaues to packe for this: Ile haue it euery croſſe, income and Rent too. But ſtay here comes one: O tis M. Churms. I hope he brings me ſome good newes. M. Churms yare well met, I am een almoſt ſtaru'd for money. You muſt tak e damnable courſe with my Tenants: theile ay. Fayth ir, they are growne to bee captious knaues. But Ile mooue them with a Habeas corpus. Doe, good M. Churmes, or vſe any other villenous courſe ſhall pleaſe you. But ewes abro? th little news: but heer's a Letter which M. Gripe deſi me to deliuer you. And though it ſtand not with my reputatiō, to be a carrier of Letters, yet not knowing how much it might concerne you, I thought it better ſomething to abaſe my ſelfe, then you ſhould be any waies hindered. Thankes good ſir, and Ile in and reade it. Thus men of reach muſt looke to liue, I cry content, and murder where I kiſſe, Gripe takes me for his faithfull friend, Imparts to me the ſecrets of his heart; And Ploddall thinkes I am as true a friend, To euery enterpriſe he takes in hand, As euer breath'd vnder the cope of heauen: But damme me if they finde it ſo, All this makes for my auaile, Ile ha the wench my ſelfe, or elſe my wits ſhall faile. See how the earth (this fragrant ſpring) is clad, And mantled round in ſweete Nymph Floraes roabes. Here growes th' alluring Roſe, Sweet Marigolds, and the louely Hyacinth: Come Nurſe, gather: A crowne of Roſes ſhall adorne my head, Ile pranke my ſelfe with flowers of the prime, And thus Ile ſpend away my primeroſe time. Ruftie, tuftie, are you ſo frolicke? O that you knew as much as I doe, twould coole you. Why what know'ſt thou Nurſe? prithee tell me. Heauy newes yfaith miſtreſſe, You muſt be matcht & married to a husband▪ ha, ha, ha, ha, husband yfaith. A Husband, Nurſe? why thats good ne be a good one. A good one quotha? ha, ha, ha, ha: why Woan I heard your father ſay, that he would marrie you to Peter Ploddall, that Puckefiſt, that ſnudge ſnowte, that Cole carrierly Clowne. Lord, twould be as good as meae and drinke to me, to ſee how the foole would woo you. No, no, my Father did butieſt: thinkeſt I can ſtoope ſo lowe to take a browne▪ bread a Clowne thats brought vp at the Cart▪ Cart quotha? I, heele cart you, for tell how to court you. Ah Nurſe, ſweet Sophos is the man, Whoſe loue is lockt in Lelias tender breaſt, This hart hath vow'd, (if heauens doe not denie,) My loue with his intoomb'd in earth ſhall lye. Peace Miſtreſſe, ſtand aſide, here comes ſome body.