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FIT. Now, wife, ? its this faire cloake the wor? e vpon me,
For my great ? ufferings, or your little patience? ha?
They laugh, you thinke?

M^rs. FI. Why S^r. and you might ? ee't.
What thought, they haue of you, may be ?
oone collected
By the young Genlemans ? peache.

FIT. Youug Gentleman? 235
Death! you are in loue with him, are you? could he not
Be nam'd the Gentleman, without the young?
Vp to your Cabbin againe.

M^rs. FI. My cage, yo' were be? t
To call it?

FIT. Yes, ? ing there. You'ld faine be making
_Blanck Manger_ with him at your mothers!