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angry women of Abington.
Exeunt.I feare that we shall walke here till it be day.

Enter Boy.O God I haue runne so far into the winde, that
I haue runne my selfe out of winde, they say a man is neere
his end when he lackes breath, and I am at the end of my
race, for I can run no farther then here I be in my breath
bed, not in my death bed.

Enter Coomes.

Coom. They say men moyle and toile for a poore liuing, so
I moyle and toile, & am liuing I thanke God, in good time
be it spoken, it had been better for me my mistresse angell
had beene light, for then perhaps it had not lead me into
this darknesse, well, the diuell neuer blesses a man better,
when he purses vp angels by owlight, I ranne through a
hedge to take the boy but I stuck in the ditch, and lost the
boy: swounds a plague on that clod, that Mowl-hil, that
ditch, or what the deuil so ere it were, for a man cannot see
what it was, well, I would not for the prize of my sword &
buckler, any body should see me in this taking, for it would
make me but cut off their legges for laughing at me, well,
downe I am, and downe I meane to be, because I am wearie,
but to tumble downe thus, it was no part of my meaning,
then since I am downe, here ile rest me, and no man
shall remooue me.

Enter Hodge.

Hodg. O I haue sport in coney I faith, I haue almost burst
my selfe with laughing at mistresse Barnes, she was following
of her daughter, and I hearing her, put on my fellow
Dickes sword and bucklers voyce, & his swounds & sbloud
words, and led her such a daunce in the darke as it passes,
heere she is quoth I, where quoth she? here quoth I, O it
hath been a braue here & there night, but O what a soft natured
thing the durt is? how it would endure my hard treading,
and kisse my feet for acquaintance, and how courteous
and mannerly were the clods, to make me stumble onlie
of purpose to entreate me lie downe & rest me, but now
and I could find my fellow Dicke, I would play the knaue
with him honestly I faith, Well, I will grope in the darke
for him, or ile poke with my staffe like a blinde man, to preuent
He stumbles on Dick Coomes. a ditch.

Coom. Whose that with a poxe?

Hod. Who art thou with a pestilence.

Com.