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Fan. Shall I though, if I does as you bids me ?
Mer. You shall.

Fan. Precious heart! He's a sweet gentleman ! Icod I have a great mind

Mer. What art thou thinking about?
Fan. Thinking, your honour ?-ha, ha, ha!
Mer. Indeed, so merry.

490 Fan. I don't know what I am thinking about, not 1-Ha, ha, ha!—Twenty guineas !

Mer. I tell thee thou shalt have them.
Fan. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Mer. By Heaven I am serious.

Fan. Ha, ha, ha!-Why then I'll do whatever your honour pleases.

Mer. Stay here a little, to see that all keeps quiet : you'll find me presently at the mill, where we'll talk farther.



Yes, 'tis decreed, thou maid divine !

I must, I will possess thee :
Oh, what delight within my arms to press thee!

To kiss, and call thee mine!
Let me this only bliss enjoy ;
That ne'er can waste, that ne'er can cloy :

All other pleasures I resign.

Why should we dally ;
Stand shilli shally:


Let fortune smile or frown?

Love will attend us;

Love will befriend us;
And all our wishes crown.



Fan. What a dear kind soul he is-Here comes Ralph–I can tell him, unless he makes me his lawful wife, as he has often said he would, the devil a word more shall he speak to me.

Ral. So, Fan, where's the gentleman ?

Fan. How should I know where he is; what do you ask me for?

520 Ral. There's no harm in putting a civil question, be there? Why you look as cross and ill-natured

Fan. Well, mayhap I do--and mayhap I have where-withal for it.

Ral. Why, has the gentleman offered any thing uncivil? Ecod, I'd try a bout as soon as look at him.

Fan. He offer~10he's a gentleman every inch of him ; but you are sensible, Ralph, you have been promising me, a great while, this, and that, and t'other; and, when all comes to all, I don't see but you are like the rest of them.

531 Ral. Why, what is it I have promised ?

Fan. To marry me in the church, you have, a hundred times.

Ral. Well, and mayhap I will, if you'll have patience.

Fan. Patience! me no patience; you may do it now if you please.

Ral. Well, but suppose I don't please ? I tell you, Fan, you're a ol, and want to quarrel with your bread and butter; I have had anger enow from feyther already upon your account, and you want me to come by more. As I said, if you have patience, mayhap things may fall out, and mayhap not.

Fan. With all my heart, then; and now I know your mind, you may go hang yourself.

Ral. Ay, ay.
Fan. Yes, you may–who cares for you?

Ral. Well, and who cares for you, an you go to that?

550 Fan. A menial feller-Go mind your mill and your drudgery; I don't think you worthy to wipe my shoes-feller.

Ral. Nay, but Fan, keep a civil tongue in your head : odds flesh! I would fain know what Aly bites all of a sudden now.

Fan. Marry come up, the best gentlemen's sons in the country have made me proffers; and if one is a miss, be a miss to a gentleman, I say, that will give one fine clothes, and take one to see the show, and

put money in one's pocket.



Ral. Whu, whu—[Hits him a slap.] What's that for ?

Fan. What do you whistle for, then? Do you think I am a dog ?

Ral. Never from me, Fan, if I have not a mind to give you, with this switch in my hand here, as good a lacing

Fan. Touch me, if you dare : touch me, and I'll swear my life against you.

570 Ral. A murrain! with her damn'd little fist as hard as she could draw.

Fan. Well, it's good enough for you ; I'm not necessitated to take up with the impudence of such a low-lived monkey as you are. A gentleman's my friend, and I can have twenty guineas in my hand, all as good as this is.

Ral. Belike from this Londoner, eh?

Fan. Yes, from him—so you may take your promise of marriage; I don't value it that [spits] and if you speak to me, I'll slap your chops again.


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Indeed ! Now I'll be judg’d by any soul living in the world, if ever there was a viler piece of treachery than this e; there is no such thing as a true friend upon the face of the globe, and so I have said a hundred times ! A couple of base deceitful-after all my love and kindness shewn! Well, I'll be revenged; see an I be’nt-Marster Marvint, that's his name, an he do not sham it: he has come here and disguised unself; whereof 'tis contrary to law so to do : besides, I do partly know why he did it; and I'll fish out the whole conjuration, and go up to the castle and tell every syllable ; a shan't carry a wench from me, were he twenty times the mon he is, and twenty times to that again ; and moreover than so, the first time I meet un, I'll knock un down, tho's 'twas before my lord himself; and he may capias me for it afterwards an he wull.



As they count me such a ninny,

So to let them rule the roast;
I'll bet any one a guinea

They have scor'd without their host.

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