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A TALE OF A TUB.
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Let 'em scrape the gut at home, where they have fill'd it,
At afternoon.

Dame T. I'll have them play at dinner.

Clench. She is in the right, sir; vor your wedding-dinner
Is starv'd without the music.

Med. If the pies
Come not in piping hot, you have lost that proverb.

Turfe. I yield to truth: wife, are you sussified?

Pan. A right good man! when he knows right, he loves it.

Scri. And he will know't and shew't too by his place
Of being high constable, if no where else.

Enter Hilts, with a false beard, booted and spurred.

Hilts. Well overtaken, gentlemen! I pray you
Which is the queen's high constable among you?

Pup. The tallest man; who should be else, do you think?

Hilts. It is no matter what I think, young clown;
Your answer savours of the cart.

Pup. How! cart
And clown! do you know whose team you speak to?

Hilts. No, nor I care not: Whose jade may you be?

Pup. Jade! cart! and clown! O for a lash of whip-cord,
Three knotted cord!

Hilts. Do you mutter! sir, snorle this way,
That I may hear, and answer what you say,
With my school-dagger 'bout your costard, sir.
Look to't, young growse: I'll lay it on, and sure;
[Draws his sword.Take't off who wull.