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


Why should he send to me, or with what safety
(Examining the ruine he had wrought me)
Though at that time, my pious pity found him,
And my word fixt; I am troubled, strongly troubled.
_Enter a_ Servant.
_Ser._ The Gentlemen are come.
_Guio._ Then bid 'em welcome--I must retire. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Rutilio, _and_ Duarte.
_Ser._ You are welcom Gentlemen.
_Rut._ I thank you friend, I would speak with your Lady.
_Ser._ I'le let her understand.
_Rut._ It shall befit you.
How do I look Sir, in this handsome trim? [_Exit_ Servant.
Me thinks I am wondrous brave.
_Duar._ You are very decent.
_Rut._ These by themselves, without more helps of nature,
Would set a woman hard; I know 'em all,
And where their first aims light; I'le lay my head on't,
I'le take her eye, as soon as she looks on me,
And if I come to speak once, woe be to her,
I have her in a nooze, she cannot scape me;
I have their several lasts.
_Dua._ You are throughly studied,
But tell me Sir, being unacquainted with her,
As you confess you are--
_Rut._ That's not an hours work,
I'le make a Nun forget her beads in two hours.
_Dua._ She being set in years, next none of those lusters
Appearing in her eye, that warm the fancy;
Nor nothing in her face, but handsom ruines.


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