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Show 1 [ h B i p e ' g i e E r f o o b n r v Beang : With- l v h w n { a a u C k t ' 2 Pox o m c w h o a w f a l t l o a hea Enter L Lucr. Sir,Sir! Captain Conurt. \'V,ith you aIg)ain, Beaugard f r f M m m Beang. Wit Agare ho with you, my Mafief Lucr. Yes r t m t o ‘ l W 1 m n l v D t o e w Conrt. I wonde te t m c a n a p C s u y o n i F a u i r p Lucr. Being n a p C u y ? l u l d a f r v l t t n g b l o W t u y " Beang. Look thee, Sweetheart, the World's an- Afs, and Eionlmo e C ' u a - o g t e p c f a n l { e m r S o m C Fam b r W t le m o l w b i t b t e e { o t a ture l. wi i ‘hang'd, as it was once drown'd,. r - e g r n - v L u y a t n a p C o t Lucr. 1 muft let you kno ‘a o e b S t o g t o f l w e not fo clofely managed, but that t t w o t f e n C i l h u Y w T the Satyr and Contempt i i e m u y a n S o r t y l - c u C t i .draggle-tail'd Mafqu b t l f u y i e f f g i e E i t n a a r h d withithe very Sca Let me neve Ralal ] o e 25 noca o r z h t i n r la a a h b e l J a impos'd upo oty an e l b y d m a s t o ( b H f a p l o u c g b i a l B a m d r f n e n c b t g o your Miftrefs had Honour e Beang.. Really, my little Wolf in a Sheeps Fleece, this founds like ver good Doctrine Wht, Dar ity f butwhat Ufe muft I make of it, Child Deed, B Lucr. Methinks, Captain, that fhould not be fo hard to find out3 m fetting upon you in a Maique my felf, and railing at the laft Woman tha did fo before me, might eafily inform you, I have a certain Defign of tryin whofe Heart's hardeft, yours or mine Conrt, Then, my little Mifchief, you fhould not enter the Lifts upo unequal Terms, with that Black Armour upon your Face, that makes yo look as dreadfully as the Black Knight ina Romance ¥k, M téd alive, i Boawy, Dard, K 8l do Cort, Lucr. Good Captain, what's that fober Gentleman's name ? Eor certain Dovf ly I have{een him before now Beang Uaon, Y His name in the Fleth, my pretty one, is Courtine 5 a very honef Fellow, good-natur'd, ard wicked enough for thy purpofe of all confcience Lucr. Conrtine! Blefs us for ever ! What, the Man that's married Court. The Man that's married! Yes, the Man that's married. 'Sdeath D.O'(' i though I be weary on't, am not atham'd of my Condition. - Why the De vil didft thou tell hér my name? I fhall never thrive with any- Woma clean.sh data import.tsv out README that knows me The Man that's married ! *Zounes, I am as fcandalous a the Man that's to be hang'd Lucr. But youw'll n¢'er be thought fo handfom To make few word m}th you, Sir, [ am one that mean you fairer play than fuch an inconftant fickle, falfe-hearted Wanderer as you defetve Beang. The |
