_Mir._ Thou shall rule me _Andrew_.
O th' infinite fright that will assaile this Gentleman!
The quarterns, tertians, and quotidians
That will hang like Sargeants on his worships shoulders!
The humiliation of the flesh of this man!
This grave austere man will be wondred at.
How will those solemne lookes appeare to me;
And that severe face, that speak chaines and shackles?
Now I take him in the nick, ere I done with him,
He had better have stood between two panes of wainscot;
And made his recantation in the market,
Than heare me conjure him. _And._ He must passe this way,
To th' onely bed I have, he comes, stand close.
_Bri._ Well done, well done, give me my night-cap. So.
Quick, quick, untruss me; I will truss and trounce thee;
Come Wench a kiss between each point; kiss close;
It is a sweet Parenthesis. _Lil._ Y'are merry Sir.
_Bri._ Merry I will be anon, and thou shall feele it,
Thou shall my _Lilly_. _Lil._ Shall I aire your bed, Sir?
_Bri._ No, no, Ile use no warming pan but thine, Girle;
That's all; Come kiss me again. _Lil._ Ha'ye done yet?
_Bri._ No, but I will doe, and doe wonders, _Lilly_.
Shew me the way. _Lil._ You cannot misse it, Sir;
You shall have a Cawdle in the morning, for
Your worships breakfast. _Bri._ How, ith' morning. _Lilly_?
Th'art such a wittie thing to draw me on.
Leave fooling, _Lilly_, I am hungry now,
And th' hast another Kickshaw, I must tast it.
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