Be good unto your self, y'have ta'ne already all you can take
with ease; you are past threshing, it is a work too boisterous for you,
leave such drudgery to _Andrew_.
_Mir._ How she jeers him!
_Lil._ Let _Andrew_ alone with his own tillage, he's tough, and can manure
it.
_Bri._ Y'are a quean, a scoffing, jeering quean.
_Lil._ It may be so, but I'm sure I'll ne'r be yours.
_Bri._ Do not provoke me, if thou do'st I'll have my Farm again, and turn
thee out a begging.
_Lil._ Though you have the will, and want of honesty to deny your deed,
Sir; yet I hope _Andrew_ has got so much learning from my young Master, as
to keep his own; at the worst I'll tell a short tale to the Judges, for
what grave ends you sign'd your Lease, and on what terms you would revoke
it.
_Bri_. Whore, thou dar'st not. Yield, or I'll have thee whipt: how my
Bloud boils, as if't were o're a Furnace!
_Mir_. I shall cool it.
_Bri_. Yet, gentle _Lilly_, pity and forgive me, I'll be a friend t'ye,
such a loving bountiful friend--
_Lil_. To avoid Suits in Law, I would grant a little; but should fierce
_Andrew_ know it, what would become of me?
_And_. A Whore, a Whore!
_Bri_. Nothing but well Wench, I shall put such a strong Bit in his mouth,
as thou shall ride him how thou wilt, my _Lilly_; nay, he shall hold the
door, as I will work him, and thank thee for the Office.
_Mir_. Take heed, _Andrew_, these are shrewd temptations.
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