_Fra_. Ile cheerefully attend you, I love the sport; as earlie as you please, Sir.

_Ri_. I wish wee had all pleasures to delight you, But no thing wants in my true love to serve you.

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_Fra_.--Yet I must cuckold him; I cannot helpe it.

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_Tho_. The sun is up before you. Here be your bootes.

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_Within La_. I preethe donot rise yet; it is hardly day. Sirra, who bid you call him so earlie? Sir _Richard_ wonot rise yet.

_Tho_. I cannot helpe it, it is none of my fault.

_Do_. Here, Madam; what make you up so soone, _Thomas_?

_Tho_. O Mistres _Dority_, tis e'ne long of you, for betweene sleepe and awake your remembrance came to me this morning, and _Thomas_ was up presently.

_Ri_. You must excuse me, wife; I meane to kill a brace of hares before You thinke tis day. Come, on with my Bootes, _Thomas_; And _Dorothy_ goe you to Sir _Francis_ Chamber, Tell him the Day growes old and I am readie, Our horses and the merry hounds expect us.

_Ri_. You may take Your ease a bed still, Madam. Ile not loose One morning that invites so pleasantly, To heare my Doggs, for a new Maidenhead, I. Twas for these sports and my excess of charge I left the towne: besides the Citty foggs And steame of Brick hills almost stifled me; This Aire is pure and all my owne.

_Tho_. My Ladie Meanes shee would have you gett another heire, Sir, for your lands; though it be against my Master The young Captaine, yet she speakes but reason. And now I talke o'th Captaine, Sir, Would you had given him Counsell.

_Tho_. Before he tooke this huffing[248] trade upon him, To have been a man of peace, I meane a Justice. Nature has made him fit for both alike. Hee's now at charge to keepe a Captaine Schoolemaster; He might have sav'd the qua[r]teridge of his Tutor If I had been his Clarke: and then the income That broken heads bring in, and new yeares guifts From soder'd virgins and their shee provintialls Whose warren must be licenc'd from our office!

_Do_. He has been troubled with a fitt o'th stone, Sir, all this night. Sweet gentleman he groanes, And sweates, and cannot--

_Tho_. I heard my Ladie has an excellent Receit to cure the Stone; she is a peece Of a rare Surgeon.

_Ri_. Well, away and get the horses readie, sirra, For I shall ride you and your witt together.