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DollTruely you are a most sweet olde man, as euer I sawe, by my troth, you haue a face, able to make any woman in loue with you.
Harp.Fill sweete Doll, Ile drinke to thee.
DollI pledge you sir, and thanke you therefore, and I pray you let it come.
Harp. imbracing herDoll, canst thou loue me? a mad merry lasse, would to God I had neuer seene thee.
DollI warrant you you will not out of my thoughts this tweluemonth, truely you are as full of fauour, as a man may be. Ah these sweete grey lockes, by my troth, they are most louely.
ConstableGods boores maister Harpoole, I will haue one busse too.
Harp.No licking for you Constable, hand off, hand off.
ConstableBur lady I loue kissing as wel as you.
DollOh you are an od boie, you haue a wanton eie of your owne: ah you sweet sugar lipt wanton, you will winne as ma∣ny womens hearts as come in your company. Enter Priest.
Wroth.Doll, come hither.
Harp.Priest, she shal not.
DollIle come anone, sweete loue.
Wroth.Hand off, old fornicator.
Harp.Vicar, Ile sit here in spight of thee, is this fitte stuffe for a priest to carry vp and downe with him?
WrothamAh sirra, dost thou not know, that a good fellow parson may haue a chappel of ease, where his parish Church is farre off?
Harp.You whooreson ston'd Vicar.
Wroth.You olde stale ruffin, you lion of Cotswold.
Harp.Swounds Vicar, Ile geld you. flies vpon him.
ConstableKeepe the Kings peace.
DollMurder, murder, murder.
Ale manHolde, as you are men, holde, for Gods sake be quiet: put vp your weapons, you drawe not in my house.
Harp.You whooreson bawdy priest.
