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"Fletcher's Works (1 of 10) - the Custom of the Country"


_Sul._ I admire him: wonder at him!
_Rut._ Hark ye Lady,
You may require sometimes--
_Sul._ I by my faith.
_Rut._ And you shall have it by my faith, and handsomly:
This old Cat will suck shrewdly: you have no Daughters?
I flye at all: now am I in my Kingdom.
Tug at an Oar? no, tug in a Feather-bed,
With good warm Caudles; hang your bread and water,
I'le make you young again, believe that Lady.
I will so frubbish you.
_Sul._ Come, follow Officers,
This Gentleman is free: I'le pay the Duckets.
_Rut._ And when you catch me in your City-powdring-tub
Again, boil me with Cabbidge.
_1 Offi._ You are both warn'd and arm'd Sir. [_Exeunt._


_Scena Quarta._

_Enter_ Leopold, Hippolyta, Zenocia.
_Zen._ Will your Ladyship wear this Dressing?
_Hip._ Leave thy prating:
I care not what I wear.
_Zen._ Yet 'tis my duty
To know your pleasure, and my worst affliction
To see you discontented.
_Hip._ Weeping too?
Prethee forgive me: I am much distemper'd,
And speak I know not what: to make thee amends
The Gown that I wore yesterday, is thine;
Let it alone awhile.
_Leo._ Now you perceive,
And taste her bounty.


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