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A TALE OF A TUB.
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Hilts. Tell me o' no queen or keysar; I must have
A leg or a hanch of him ere I go.

Med. But, zir,
You must obey the queen's high officers.

Hilts. Why must I, goodman Must?

Med. You must an' you wull.

Turfe. Gentleman, I am here for fault, high constable——

Hilts. Are you zo! what then?

Turfe. I pray you, sir, put up
Your weapons; do, at my request: for him,
On my authority, he shall lie by the heels,
Verbatim continente, an I live.

Dame T. Out on him for a knave, what a dead fright
He has put me into! come, Awdrey, do not shake.

Awd. But is not Puppy hurt, nor the t'other man?

Clay. No bun; but had not I cried murder, I wuss——

Pup. Sweet goodman Clench, I pray you revise my master,
I may not zit in the stocks till the wedding be past,
Dame, mistress Awdrey: I shall break the bridecake else.

Clench. Zomething must be to save authority, Puppy.

Dame T. Husband——

Clench. And gossip——

Awd. Father——

Turfe. 'Treat me not,
It is in vain. If he lie not by the heels,
I'll lie there for 'un; I will teach the hind
To carry a tongue in his head to his superiors.

Hilts. This's a wise constable! where keeps he school?