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Yes, if she pleased, Sir, it would much advance Unto the Office, her continual residence! (I speak but as a member) 'Tis enough. I apprehended you. And it shall go hard, But I'll so work, as some body shall work her! 'pray you change with our Master, but a word about it. Well, Lickfinger, see that our meat be ready, Thou hast News enough. Something of Bethlem Gabor, And than I'm gone. We hear he has devised A Drum, to fill all Christendom with the sound: But that he cannot draw his forces near it, To march yet, for the violence of the noise. And therefore he is feign by a design, To carry 'em in the air, and at some distance, Till he be married, than they shall appear. Or never; well, God b'w'you (stay, who's here?) A little of the Duke of Bavier, and than— H'has taken a grey habit, and is turned The Church's Miller, grinds the catholic grist With every wind: and Tilly takes the toll. Ha'you any news o'the Pageants to sand down? Into the several Counties. All the country Expected from the city most brave speeches, Now, at the Coronation. It expected Moore than it understood: for, they stand mute, Poor innocent dumb things; they are but wood. As is the bench and blocks, they were wrought on, yet If May-day come, and the Sun shine, perhaps, They'll sing like Memnon's Statue, and be vocal. Ha'you any Forest-news? None very wild, Sir, Some tame there is, out o' the Forest of fools, A new Park is a making there, to sever Cuckolds of Antler, from the Rascals. Such, Whose wives are dead, and have since cast their heads, Shall remain Cuckolds-pollard. I'll ha' that news. And I. 2. And I. 3. And I. 4. And I. 5. And I Sir, I desire to be excused; and, Madam: I cannot leave my Office, the first day. My Cousin Fitton here, shall wait upon you. And Emissary Picklock. And Thom: Clericus? I cannot spare him yet, but he shall follow you, When they have ordered the Rolls. Shut up th' Office, When you ha' done, till two a clock. BY your leave, Clerks, Where shall we dine to day? do you know? the jeerers. Where's my fellow Fitton? New gone forth. Cannot your Office tell us, what brave fellows Do eat together to day, in town, and where? Yes, there's a Gentleman, the brave heir, young Peny-boy. Dines in Apollo. Come, let's thither than, I ha' supped in Apollo! With the Muses? Not, Sir. But with two Gentlewomen, called, the Graces. They ' were ever three in Poetry. This was truth, Sir, Master Fitton's there too! All the better! We may have a jeer, perhaps. Yes, you'll drink, Doctor. (If there be any good meat) as much good wine now, As would lay up a Dutch Ambassador. If he dine there, he's sure to have good meat, For, Lickfinger provides the dinner.
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Yes, if ſhe pleas'd, Sir, it would much aduance Vnto the Office, her continuall reſidence! (I ſpeake but as a member) 'Tis inough. I apprehend you. And it ſhall goe hard, But I'll ſo worke, as ſome body ſhall worke her! 'pray you change with our Maſter, but a word about it. Well, Lickfinger, ſee that our meat be ready, Thou haſt Newes inough. Something of Bethlem Gabor, And then I'm gone. We heare he has deuis'd A Drumme, to fill all Chriſtendome with the ſound: But that he cannot drawe his forces neere it, To march yet, for the violence of the noiſe. And therefore he is faine by a deſigne, To carry 'hem in the ayre, and at ſome diſtance, Till he be married, then they ſhall appeare. Or neuer; well, God b'w'you (ſtay, who's here?) A little of the Duke of Bauier, and then— H'has taken a gray habit, and is turn'd The Churches Millar, grinds the catholique griſt With euery wind: and Tilly takes the toll. Ha'you any newes o'the Pageants to ſend downe? Into the ſeuerall Counties. All the countrey Expected from the city moſt braue ſpeeches, Now, at the Coronation. It expected More then it vnderſtood: for, they ſtand mute, Poore innocent dumb things; they are but wood. As is the bench and blocks, they were wrought on, yet If May-day come, and the Sunne ſhine, perhaps, They'll ſing like Memnons Statue, and be vocall. Ha'you any Foreſt-newes? None very wild, Sir, Some tame there is, out o' the Forreſt of fooles, A new Parke is a making there, to ſeuer Cuckolds of Antler, from the Raſcalls. Such, Whoſe wiues are dead, and haue ſince caſt their heads, Shall remaine Cuckolds-pollard. I'll ha' that newes. And I. 2. And I. 3. And I. 4. And I. 5. And I. Sir, I deſire to be excus'd; and, Madame: I cannot leaue my Office, the firſt day. My Couſin Fitton here, ſhall wait vpon you. And Emiſſary Picklocke. And Thom: Clericus? I cannot ſpare him yet, but he ſhall follow you, When they haue ordered the Rolls. Shut vp th'Office, When you ha' done, till two a clocke. BY your leaue, Clerkes, Where ſhall we dine to day? doe you know? the Ieerers. Where's my fellow Fitton? New gone forth. Cannot your Office tell vs, what braue fellowes Doe eat together to day, in towne, and where? Yes, there's a Gentleman, the braue heire, yong Peny-boy. Dines in Apollo. Come, let's thither then, I ha' ſupt in Apollo! With the Muſes? No, Sir. But with two Gentlewomen, call'd, the Graces. They' were euer three in Poetry. This was truth, Sir, Maſter Fitton's there too! All the better! We may haue a ieere, perhaps. Yes, you'll drink, Doctor. (If there be any good meat) as much good wine now, As would lay vp a Dutch Ambaſſador. If he dine there, he's ſure to haue good meat, For, Lickfinger prouides the dinner.