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

_ Give him breath Mistress,
You'l melt him else.
_Sulp._ He does perform such wonders--
The women are mad on him.
_Jaq._ Give him breath I say;
The man is but a man, he must have breath.
_Sulp._ How many had he yesterday?
And they paid bravely too.
_Jaq._ About fourteen,
But still I cry give breath, spare him and have him.
_Sulp._ Five Dames to day; this was a small stage,
He may endure five more.
_Jaq._ Breath, breath I cry still;
Body o' me give breath, the man's a lost man else.
Feed him and give him breath.
_Enter_ 2 Gentlewomen.
_Sulp._ Welcome Gentlewomen,
Y'are very welcome.
_1 Gen._ We hear you have a lusty and well complexion'd fellow
That does rare tricks; my Sister and my self here,
Would trifle out an hour or two, so please you.
_Sulp._ _Jaques_, conduct 'em in.
_Both._ There's for your courtesie. [_Ex._ Jaq. _and_ Gent.
_Sulp._ Good pay still, good round pay, this happy fellow
Will set me up again; he brings in gold
Faster than I have leisure to receive it.
O that his body were not flesh and fading;
But I'le so pap him up--nothing too dear for him;
What a sweet scent he has?--Now what news _Jaques_?
_Jaq.


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