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True. But here, I cannot do it; if the House Should chance to be suspected, all would out. And we be locked up, in the Tower, for ever, To make Gold there: (for th' state) never come out. And, then, are you defeated. I will tell This to the Elders, and the weaker Brethren, That the whole Company of the Separation May join in humble prayer again, And fasting.) Yea, for some fitter place. The Peace of mind Rest with these walls. Thanks, courteous Ananias. What did he come for? About casting Dollers, Presently, out of hand. And so, I told him, A Spanish Minister came here to spy Against the Faithful— I conceive. Come Subtle, Thou art so down upon the least disaster! How wouldst though ha' done, if I had not helped thee out? I thank thee Face, for the Angry Boy, i faith. Who would ha'lookt, it should ha'been that Rascal? Surly? He had died his beard, and all. Well, Sir, Here's Damask come, to make you a suit. Where's Drugger? He is gone to borrow me a Spanish habit, I'll be the Count, now. But where's the Widow? Within, with my Lord's Sister: Madam Dol Is entertaining her. By your favour, Face, Now she is honest, I will stand again. You will not offer it? Why? Stand to your word, Or— Here comes Dol. She knows— Ye are tyrannous still. Strict for my right. How now, Dol? Hast'told her, The Spanish Count will come? Yes, but another is come, You little looked for. Who's that? Your Master: The Master of the House. How Dol? She lies. This is some trick. Come leave your Quiblins, Dorothee. Look out, and see. Art thou in earnest? 'Slight Forty o'the Neighbours are about him, talking. 'Tis he, by this good day. 'Twill proveill day, For some on us. We are undone, and taken. Lost, I am afraid. You said he would not come, While there died one a Week, within the Liberties. No: 'twas within the Walls. Was't so? Cry ' you mercy: I thought the Liberties. What shall we do now, Face? Be silent, not a word, if he call, or knock. I'll into mine old shape again, and meet him, Of Ieremie, the Butler. I' the mean time, Do you two pack up all the goods, and purchase, That we can carry i'the two trunks. I'll keep him Off for to day, if I cannot longer: And then At night, I'll ship you both away to Ratcliff, Where we'll meet to morrow, and then we'll share. Let Mammon's Brass, and Pewter keep the Cellar: we'll have another time for that. But, Dol, Pray thee go heat a little water, quickly, Subtle must shave me. All my captains beard Must off, to make me appear smooth Ieremy. You'll do't? Yes I'll shave you, as well as I can. And not cut my throat, but trim me? You shall see, Sir.
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True. But here, I cannot doe it; if the House Should chance to be suspected, all would out. And we be lock'd vp, in the Tower, for euer, To make Gold there: (for th' state) neuer come out. And, then, are you defeated. I will tell This to the Elders, and the weaker Brethren, That the whole Company of the Separation May ioyne in humble prayer againe, And fasting.) Yea, for some fitter place. The Peace of minde Rest with these walles. Thankes, courteous Ananias. What did he come for? About casting Dollers, Presently, out of hand. And so, I told him, A Spanish Minister came here to spie Against the Faithfull— I conceiue. Come Subtle, Thou art so downe vpon the least disaster! How wouldst tho' ha' done, if I had not helpt thee out? I thanke thee Face, for the Angry Boy, i.faith. Who would ha'lookt, it should ha'beene that Raskall? Surly? He had dy'd his beard, and all. Well, Sir, Here's Damask come, to make you a suite. Where's Drugger? He is gone to borrow me a Spanish habite, Ile be the Count, now. But where's the Widdow? Within, with my Lords Sister: Madame Dol Is entertaining her. By your fauour, Face, Now she is honest, I will stand againe. You will not offer it? Why? Stand to your word, Or—Here comes Dol. She knows— Yo' are tyrannous still. Strict for my right. How now, Dol? Hast'told her, The Spanish Count will come? Yes, but another is come, You little look'd for. Who's that? Your Master: The Master of the House. How Dol? She lies. This is some trick. Come leaue your Quiblins, Dorothee. Looke out, and see. Art thou in earnest? 'Slight Forty o'the Neighbours are about him, talking. 'Tis he, by this good day. 'Twill proueill day, For some on vs. We are vndone, and taken. Lost, I am afraid. You said he would not come, While there dyed one a Weeke, within the Liberties. No: 'twas within the Walls. Was't so? Cry' you mercy: I thought the Liberties. What shall we doe now, Face? Be silent, not a word, if he call, or knock. I'll into mine old shape againe, and meet him, Of Ieremie, the Butler. I' the meane time, Doe you two pack vp all the goods, and purchase, That we can carry i'the two trunkes. I'll keepe him Off for to day, if I cannot longer: And then At night, Ile ship you both away to Ratcliffe, Where wee'll meet to morrow, and then wee'll share. Let Mammon's Brasse, and Peuter keep the Cellar: Wee'll haue another time for that. But, Dol, 'Pray thee goe heate a little water, quickly, Subtle must shaue me. All my Captaines beard Must off, to make me appeare smooth Ieremy. You'll do't? Yes Ile shaue you, as well as I can. And not cut my throte, but trim me? You shall see, Sir.