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PVG. Sayes he? That which my ? elf would ? ay to you, if I dur? t.
That you are proude, ? weet Mi? tre? ? e? and with-all,
A little ignorant, to entertaine
The good that's proffer'd; and (by your beauties leaue) 75
Not all ? o wi? e, as ? ome true politique wife
Would be: who hauing match'd with ? uch a _Nup? on_
(I ? peake it with my Ma? ters peace) who? e face
Hath left t'accu? e him, now, for't doth confe? ? e him,
What you can make him; will yet (out of ? cruple, 80
And a ? pic'd con? cience) defraud the poore Gentleman,
At lea? t delay him in the thing he longs for,
And makes it hs whole ? tudy, how to compa? ? e,
Onely a title. Could but he write _Cuckold_,
He had his ends. For, looke you--

M^rs. FI. This can be 85
None but my husbands wit.

PVG. My pretious M^rs.

M. FI. It creaks his _Ingine_: The groome neuer dur? t
Be, el? e, so ? aucy--

PVG. If it were not clearely,
His wor? hipfull ambition; and the top of it;
The very forked top too: why ? hould hee 90
Keepe you, thus mur'd vp in a back-roome, Mi? tre? ? e,
Allow you ne'r a ca? ement to the ? treete,
Feare of engendering by the eyes, with gallants,
Forbid you paper, pen and inke, like Rats-bane.
Search your halfe pint of _mu? catell_, le? t a letter 95
Be ? uncke i' the pot: and hold your new-laid egge
Again? t the fire, le? t any charme be writ there?
Will you make benefit of truth, deare Mi? tre? ? e,
If I doe tell it you: I do't not often?
I am ? et ouer you, imploy'd, indeed, 100
To watch your ? teps, your lookes, your very breathings,
And to report them to him. Now, if you
Will be a true, right, delicate ? weete Mi? tre? ? e,
Why, wee will make a _Cokes_ of this _Wi? e Ma? ter_,
We will, my Mi? tre? ? e, an ab? olute fine _Cokes_, 105
And mock, to ayre, all the deepe diligences
Of ? uch a ? olemne, and effectuall A? ? e,
An A? ? e to ? o good purpo? e, as wee'll v? e him.
I will contriue it ? o, that you ? hall goe
To _Playes_, to _Ma? ques_, to _Meetings_, and to _Fea? ts_. 110
For, why is all this Rigging, and fine Tackle, Mi? tris,
If you neat hand? ome ve? ? ells, of good ? ayle,
Put not forth euer, and anon, with your nets
Abroad into the world. It is your fi? hing. [118]
There, you ? hal choo? e your friends, your ? eruants, Lady,
Your ? quires of honour; I'le conuey your letters, 116
Fetch an? wers, doe you all the offices,
That can belong to your bloud, and beauty. And,
For the variety, at my times, although
I am not in due _? ymmetrie_, the man 120
Of that proportion; or in rule
Of _phy? icke_, of the iu? t complexion:
Or of that truth of _Picardill_, in clothes,
To boa? t a ? oueraignty o're Ladies: yet
I know, to do my turnes, ? weet Mi? tre? ? e. Come, ki? ? e--

M^rs. FI. How now!

PVG. Deare delicate Mi? t. I am your ? laue, 126
Your little _worme_, that loues you: your fine _Monkey_;
Your _Dogge_, your _Iacke_, your _Pug_, that longs to be
Stil'd, o' your plea? ures.

M^rs. FIT. Heare you all this? Sir, Pray you,
Come from your ? tanding, doe, a little, ? pare 130
_Shee thinkes her hu? band watches. _
Your ? elfe, Sir, from your watch, t'applaud your _Squire_,
That ? o well followes your in? tructions!

[314] 5 cloths G

[315] 9 they're 1716, f. || never G

[316] 18 I will G

[317] 22 pleasure--_Enter Mrs. _ FITZDOTTREL. SN. om. G

[318] 23 [_Aside and exit. _ G

[319] 24 venture 1692, f.

[320] 26 it was G

[321] 30 attempt 1641, f.

[322] 33 SN. ] _Re-enter_ PUG. G

[323] 34 it is,] it is--W

[324] 41 it om. 1692, f. || M^rs] Mistresse 1641 Mistris 1692 Mistress
1716 mistress W, G

[325] 48 put 1641, f.

[326] 59 Period om. after 'quiet' 1716, f.

[327] 61 SN. ] [_Exit. _ G

[328] 70 _Re-enter_ PUG. G

[329] 78, 80, 81 () ret. G

[330] 79 't] it G

[331] 84 hs] his 1641, f.

[332] 86 M^rs. as in 2. 2. 41 || wit. [_Aside. _ G

[333] 88 saucy. [_Aside_. G

[334] 91 black Room 1716

[335] 93 engendring 1641

[336] 100 employ'd 1716, f.

[337] 112 your G

[338] 123 _Piccardell_ 1641

[339] 126 Mist. ] as in 2. 2. 41

[340] 130 _Mrs. Fitz. _ [_aloud_]

[341] 131 SN. om. G


ACT. II. SCENE. III.

FITZ-DOTTRELL. Mi? tre? ? e FITZ-DOTTREL. PVG.

How now, ? weet heart? what's the matter?

M^rs. FI. Good!
You are a ? tranger to the plot! you ? et not
Your fancy _Diuell_, here, to tempt your wife,
With all the in? olent vnciuill language,
Or action, he could vent?

FIT. Did you so, _Diuell_? 5

M^rs. FIT. Not you? you were not planted i' your hole to heare him,
Vpo' the ? tayres? or here, behinde the hangings?
I doe not know your qualities? he dur?
t doe it,
And you not giue directions?

FIT. You shall ? ee, wife,
Whether he dur? t, or no: and what it was, 10
I did direct.

_Her hu? band goes out, and enters presently with a
cudgell vpon him. _

PVG. Sweet Mi? tre? ? e, are you mad?

FIT. You mo? t mere Rogue! you open manife? t Villaine!
You Feind apparant you! you declar'd Hel-hound!

PVG. Good S^r.

FIT. Good Knaue, good Ra? cal, and good Traitor.
Now, I doe finde you parcel-_Diuell_, indeed. 15
Vpo' the point of tru? t? I' your fir? t charge?
The very day o' your probation?
To tempt your Mi? tre? ? e? You doe ? ee, good wedlocke,
How I directed him.

M^rs. FIT. Why, where S^r? were you? [119]

FIT. Nay, there is one blow more, for exerci? e: 20
_After a pause. He ? trikes him againe_
I told you, I ? hould doe it.

PVG. Would you had done, Sir.

FIT. O wife, the rare? t man! yet there's another
To put you in mind o' the la? t, ? uch a braue man, wife!
Within, he has his proiects, and do's vent 'hem,
_and againe. _
The gallante? t! where you _tentiginous_? ha? 25
Would you be acting of the _Incubus_?
Did her ? ilks ru? tling moue you?

PVG. Gentle Sir.

FIT. Out of my ? ight. If thy name were not _Diuell_,
Thou ? hould? t not ? tay a minute with me. In,
Goe, yet ? tay: yet goe too. I am re? olu'd. 30
What I will doe: and you ? hall know't afore-hand.
Soone as the Gentleman is gone, doe you heare?
I'll helpe your li? ping. Wife, ? uch a man, wife!
Diuell _goes out_.
He has ? uch plots! He will make mee a _Duke_!
No le? ? e, by heauen! ? ix Mares, to your coach, wife! 35
That's your proportion! And your coach-man bald!
Becau? e he ? hall be bare, inough. Doe not you laugh,
We are looking for a place, and all, i' the map
What to be of. Haue faith, be not an Infidell.
You know, I am not ea? ie to be gull'd. 40
I ? weare, when I haue my _millions_, el? e. I'll make
Another _Dutche? ? e_: if you ha' not faith.

M^rs. FI. You'll ha' too much, I feare, in the? e fal? e ? pirits.

FIT. Spirits? O, no such thing! wife! wit, mere wit!
This man defies the _Diuell_, and all his works! 45
He dos't by _Ingine_, and deui? es, hee!
He has his winged ploughes, that goe with ? ailes,
Will plough you forty acres, at once! and mills.
Will ? pout you water, ten miles off! All _Crowland_
Is ours, wife; and the fens, from vs, in _Norfolke_, 50
To the vtmo? t bound of _Lincoln-? hire_! we haue view'd it,
And mea? ur'd it within all; by the ? cale!
The riche? t tract of land, Loue, i' the kingdome!
There will be made ? euenteene, or eighteene _millions_;
Or more, as't may be handled! wherefore, thinke, 55
Sweet heart, if th' ha? t a fancy to one place,
More then another, to be _Dutche? ? e_ of;
Now, name it: I will ha't what ere it co? t,
(If't will be had for money) either here, 59
Or'n _France_, or _Italy_.

M^rs. FI. You ha' ? trange phanta? ies!

[342] SD. om. _Enter_ FITZDOTTREL. G

[343] 1 's] is G

[344] 2 set] see W

[345] 7 upon G?

[346] 10, 11 Whether . . . direct. ] All in line 10. 1692, 1716

[347] 11 SN. ] [_Exit. Re-enter_ FITZDOTTREL _with a cudgel_. G

[348] 18 mistress! [_Beats Pug. _ G

[349] 20 SN. ] [_Strikes him again. _ G

[350] 22, 23 yet . . . last] euclosed by () W, G

[351] 23 o' ret. G

[352] 25 where] were 1716, W Were G

[353] 24 SN. ] [_Beats him again. _] G

[354] 33 SN. ] [_Exit Pug. _] G

[355] 46 _Engine_ 1716 Engine W engine G

[356] 51 bounds 1692, f. || of] in G

[357] 56 th'] thou G

[358] 58 have 't G

[359] 60 Or'n] Or'in 1692 Or in 1716, f.


ACT. II. SCENE. IV.

MERE-CRAFT. FITZ-DOTTRELL.
INGINE.

Where are you, Sir?

FIT. I ? ee thou ha? t no _talent_ [120]
This way, wife. Vp to thy gallery; doe, _Chuck_,
Leaue vs to talke of it, who vnder? tand it.

MER. I thinke we ha' found a place to fit you, now, Sir.
_Gloc'? ter_.

FIT. O, no, I'll none!

MER. Why, S^r?

FIT. Tis fatall. 5

MER. That you ? ay right in. _Spen? er_, I thinke, the younger,
Had his la?