AND TRIB.]
[ENTER DRUGGER.]
LOVE. Another too?
DRUG. Not I, sir, I am no brother.
LOVE [BEATS HIM]. Away, you Harry Nicholas! do you talk?
[EXIT DRUG.]
FACE. No, this was Abel Drugger. Good sir, go,
[TO THE PARSON.]
And satisfy him; tell him all is done:
He staid too long a washing of his face.
The doctor, he shall hear of him at West-chester;
And of the captain, tell him, at Yarmouth, or
Some good port-town else, lying for a wind.
[EXIT PARSON.]
If you can get off the angry child, now, sir --
[ENTER KASTRIL, DRAGGING IN HIS SISTER.]
KAS. Come on, you ewe, you have match'd most sweetly,
have you not?
Did not I say, I would never have you tupp'd
But by a dubb'd boy, to make you a lady-tom?
'Slight, you are a mammet! O, I could touse you, now.
Death, mun' you marry, with a pox!
LOVE. You lie, boy;
As sound as you; and I'm aforehand with you.
KAS. Anon!
LOVE. Come, will you quarrel? I will feize you, sirrah;
Why do you not buckle to your tools?
KAS. Od's light,
This is a fine old boy as e'er I saw!
LOVE. What, do you change your copy now? proceed;
Here stands my dove: stoop at her, if you dare.
KAS. 'Slight, I must love him! I cannot choose, i'faith,
An I should be hang'd for't! Suster, I protest,
I honour thee for this match.
LOVE. O, do you so, sir?
KAS. Yes, an thou canst take tobacco and drink, old boy,
I'll give her five hundred pound more to her marriage,
Than her own state.
LOVE. Fill a pipe full, Jeremy.
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