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angry women of Abington.
And viper like hath suckt away the bloud,
That wont was to be cheerefull in this cheeke,
How pale yee looke.

M. Gou. Pale, can yee blame me for it, I tell you true,
An easie matter could not thus haue moou'd me,
Well this resignement, and so foorth, but woman
This fortnight shall I not forget yee for it.
Ha, ha, I see that roughnes can doe somwhat,
I did not thinke good faith, I could haue set,
So sower a face vpon it, and to her,
My bed embracer, my right bosome friend,
I would not that she should haue seene the letter
As poore a man as I am by my troth
For twenty pound: well I am glad I haue it.
Ha, heres a doe about a thing of nothing,
Exit.What stomack, ha, tis happy your come downe.

Mi. Gou. Well craftie Fox, Ile hunt ye by my troth,
Deale ye so closely? well I see his drift.
He would not let me see the letter, least
That I should crosse the match, and I will crosse it.
Ent. Comes.
Dicke Coomes?

Coom. Forsooth.

Mis. Gour. Come hether Dicke, thou art a man I loue,
And one whom I haue much in my regarde.

Coo. I thanke ye for it mistris, I thanke ye for it,

Mi. Gou. Nay heers my hand, I will do very much for thee
If ere thou standst in need of me,
Thou shalt not lack, whilst thou hast a day to liue.
Money apparrell.

Coo. And sword and Bucklers.

Mis. Gou. And sword and Bucklers too my gallant Dick,
So thou wilt vse but this in my defence.

Coom. This, no faith I haue no minde to this, breake my
head if this breake not if we come to any tough play, nay
mistres I had a sword, I the flower of smithfield for a sword
a right Fox I faith, with that & a man had come ouer with a
smooth and a sharpe stroke, it would haue cried twang, &
then when I had doubled my point, traste my ground, and
had carried my buckler before me like a garden But, and
then come in with a crosse blowe, & ouer the picke of his
buckler two elles long, it would haue cryed twang, twang,
mettle, mettle: but a dogge hath his day, tis gone, and there

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