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_Leu_. The Chamber's next the Park. _1 Ma_. The Widow, Madam, You bad me look upon. _Leu_. Hang her, she is musty: She is no mans meat; besides, she's poor and sluttish: Where lyes old _Thisbe_ now, you are so long now-- _2 Ma_. _Thisbe, Thisbe, Thisbe,_ agent _Thisbe_, O I have her, She lyes now in _Nicopolis_. _Leu_. Dispatch a Packet, And tell her, her Superiour here commands her The next month not to fail, but see deliver'd Here to our use, some twenty young and handsom, As also able Maids, for the Court service, As she will answer it: we are out of beauty, Utterly out, and rub the time away here With such blown stuff, I am asham'd to send it. [_Knock within_ Who's that? look out, to your business, Maid, There's nothing got by idleness: there is a Lady, Which if I can but buckle with, _Altea_, _A, A, A, A, Altea_ young, and married, And a great lover of her husband, well, Not to be brought to Court! say ye so? I am sorry, The Court shall be brought to you then; how now, who is't? _1 Ma_. An ancient woman, with a maid attending, A pretty Girl, but out of Cloaths; for a little money, It seems she would put her to your bringing up, Madam. _Enter_ Woman _and_ Phebe. _Leu_. Let her come in. Would you ought with us, good woman? I pray be short, we are full of business. _Wo_. I have a tender Girl here, an't please your honour. _Leu_. Very well. _Wom_. That hath a great desire to serve your worship. _Leu_. It may be so; I am full of Maids. _Wom_. She is young forsooth-- And for her truth; and as they say her bearing. _Leu_. Ye say well; come ye hither maid, let me feel your pulse, 'Tis somewhat weak, but Nature will grow stronger, Let me see your leg, she treads but low i'th' Pasterns. _Wom_. A cork Heel, Madam. _Leu_, We know what will do it, Without your aim, good woman; what do you pitch her at? She's but a slight toy--cannot hold out long. _Wom_. Even what you think is meet. _Leu_. Give her ten Crowns, we are full of business, She is a poor Woman, let her take a Cheese home. Enter the wench i' th' Office. [_Ex. Wom. and 1 Ma._ _2 Ma_. What's your name, Sister? _Phe_. _Phebe_, forsooth. _Leu_. A pretty name; 'twill do well: Go in, and let the other Maid instruct you, _Phebe_. [_Ex. Phe._ Let my old Velvet skirt be made fit for her. I'll put her into action for a Wast-coat; And when I have rigg'd her up once, this small Pinnace Shall sail for Gold, an
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