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Tab.What must I drink agen? well! you are such another Brother— Husband.
Cut.Bravely done, Tabitha! now thou Obey'st the Vision, thou wil't ha' Revelations presently.
Tab.Oh! Lord! my Head's giddy— nay, Brother, Husband, the Boy's taking away the Bottle, and there's another Glass or two in it still.
Cut.O Villainous Boy! fill out you Bastard, and squeeze out the last drop.
[Drinks. Tab.I'l drink to you now, my Dear;'tis not handsome for you to begin always— Come to my Bed my Dear, and how wast? 'twas a pretty Song, methoughts.
Cut.O Divine Tabitha! here come the Fidlers too, strike up ye Rogues.
Tab.What must we Dance too? is that the Fashion? I could ha' Danc'd the Curranto when I was a Girl, the Curranto's a curious Dance.
Cut.We'l out-dance the Dancing disease; but Tabitha, there's one poor Health left still to be drunk with Musique.
[Drinks.Tab.Let me begin't; here Duck, here's to all that Love us.
Cut.A Health, ye Eternal Scrapers, sound a Health; rarely done Tabitha, what think'st thou now o' thy Mother?
Tab.A fig for my Mother; I'l be a Mother my self shortly; Come Duckling, shall we go home?
[Exeunt.Cut.Go home? the Bride-groom and his Spouse go home? no, we'l Dance home; afore us Squeakers, that way, and be Hang'd you Sempiternal Rakers. O brave! Queen Tabitha! Excellent Empress Tabitha, on ye Rogues.
Scene 7.
Enter Jolly, Worm, Puny.
Wor.But where's my what dee ye call her, Brother?
Joll.What Sir?
[Reads.Wor.My Daughter— Lucia, a pretty fair Complexioned Girl, with a Black Eye, a Round Chin, a
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