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A TALE OF A TUB.
Slip, you will answer it, an your cap be of wool;
[Going.Therefore take heed, you'll feel the smart else, constable.

Turfe. Nay, good sir, stay. Neighbours, what think you of this?

Dame T. Faith, man——

Turfe. Odds precious, woman, hold your tongue,
And mind your pigs on the spit at home; you must
Have [an] oar in every thing.—Pray you, sir, what kind
Of fellows were they?

Hilts. Thieves-kind, I have told you.

Turfe. I mean, what kind of men?

Hilts. Men of our make.

Turfe. Nay, but with patience, sir: We that are officers
Must 'quire the special marks, and all the tokens
Of the despected parties; or perhaps else
Be ne'er the near of our purpose in 'prehending them.
Can you tell what 'parrel any of them wore?

Hilts. Troth, no; there were so many o' 'em all like
So one another: now I remember me,
There was one busy fellow was their leader,
A blunt squat swad, but lower than yourself;
He had on a leather-doublet with long points,
And a pair of pinn'd-up breeches, like pudding-bags;
With yellow stockings, and his hat turn'd up
With a silver clasp on his leer side.

Dame T. By these
Marks it should be John Clay, now bless the man!

Turfe. Peace, and be nought![1] I think the woman be phrensic.

  1. Peace, and be nought!] i. e. peace and be hanged! another example of the phrase explained, vol. iv. 421.