slaunder; and how impious
Twere for a child to thinke so, filiall duty
Instructs my knowlidge.

_Cla_. Be not confident;
Your piety may misleade you. Though your mother,
Shees passion like to us; we had it from her.
Ile say no more; the event will testifie
Whoes in the fault.[98]

_Enter Sucket and Crackby_.

_Suc_. Be not abashd; a little impudence is requisite;
Observe me, with what a garbe and gesture martiall
I will beseige their fortresses.

_Bel_. Who sent these fooles to trouble us?--Gent[lemen],
We have some conference will admit no audience
Besides ourselves.
We must desire you to withdraw, or give us
Leave to do soe.

_Suc_. Men of warr are not soe easily put to a retreat; it suites not
with their repute.

_Cla_. Heele fight with us, sister: weed best procure him bound toth
peace.

_Crac_. Ladies, I must no more endure repulse;
I come to be a suiter.

_Bel_. For what?

_Crac_. Why, that you would with Judgment overlooke
This lovely countenance.

_Cla_. The hangman shall doe't sooner.

_Crac_. If you knew
How many bewtious gentlewomen have sued
To have my picture--

_Cla_. To hang at their beds head for a _memento mori_--

_Crac_. You would regard it with more curiosity.
There was a merchants daughter the other day
Runn mad at sight of itt.

_Cla_. It scared her from her witts: she thought the
divell had haunted her.

_Suc_. Valour deserves regard, myne shall propugne
Your bewty gainst all opposers.

_Bel_. Alasse! mine is so meane,
None will contend with it, it needs no champions.

_Crac_. Contemne me not, lady; I am--

_Cla_. A most egregious asse.

_Crac_. Most nobly propagatted; my father was a man
Well fu[rnish'd] with white and yellow mettall.

_Cla_. I lay my life a Tinker.

_Crac_. And in his parish of account.

_Cla_. A Scavenger.

_Bel_. Is it a badge of your profession
To be uncivell?

_Suc_. Uncivell!
Noe; what is in other men uncivill
In us is resolution; therefore yeild:
I am invincible, flesh cannot stand
Before me.

_Bel_. It must be drunke then.

_Cla_. I am not ith humour now
To laugh, or else Ide not dismisse him yet.
Good Mr. _Crackby_, does your wisdome thinke
That I can love you?

_Crac_. My worth deserves it.

_Cla_. Well said, impudence.
Goe, get you home toth Cittie; goe solicitt
Some neighbors daughter; match with _Nan_ your Schoolefellow
With whome you usd to walk to _Pimblicoe_[99]
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