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A TALE OF A TUB.
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Pup. She may have twenty; but for a son, unless
She mean precisely, 'squire Tub, her zon,
He was here now, and brought my master word
That justice Bramble had got mistress Awdrey:
But whither he be gone, here's none can tell.

Lady T. Martin, I wonder at this strange discourse:
The fool, it seems, tells true; my son the 'squire
Was doubtless here this morning: for the match,
I'll smother what I think, and staying here,
Attend the sequel of this strange beginning.
Turfe's wife, my people and I will trouble thee
Until we hear some tidings of thy husband;
[Exeunt.The rather for my party-valentine.

SCENE III.

Pancras.

Enter Turfe, Awdrey, Clench, Medlay, Pan, and Scriben.

Turfe. Well, I have carried it, and will triumph
Over this justice as becomes a constable,
And a high constable: next our St. George,
Who rescued the king's daughter, I will ride;
Above prince Arthur.[1]

Clench. Or our Shoreditch duke.

Med. Or Pancridge earl.

Pan. Or Bevis, or sir Guy,
Who were high constables both.

  1. I will ride
    Above prince Arthur.] In the procession of the society of archers (called prince Arthur's knights) to the Artillery-ground, where an annual display of skill took place. The worthies subsequently mentioned probably bore a part in the march, which seems to have been conducted with some kind of burlesque parade.