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Pet. Come, hold up your hand.

Dor. I will, Peter.

Pet. Firſt of all, will you never be drunk again?

Dor. No indeed, never while I live.

Peter. Nor let the taylor ever kiſs you?

Dor. No, indeed huſband, never while I live; if I do, hang me; he cozen'd me with a braſs half crown.

Pet Nor will you ever break my head with the ladle?

Dorothy. No indeed I will burn it firſt.

Peter. Nor will you ever break my head with the braſs candleſtick, as you did on Saturday?

Dorothy. No, indeed, I will not.

Peter. Nor never let the pear-monger kiſs you?

Dorothy. No indeed, never while I live.

Peter. Nor will you ever break my noſe with the three footed fool, as you did that day?

Dorothy. No truly, huſband, I will not; and if you will be pleaſed to forgive me what is paſt, I will prove the beſt wife that ever man married. Pet. Come, wife, on theſe conditions I will forgive you, ſo come and give me a kiſs, and we will be friends.

Dorothy. With all my heart.

Peter. Come, wife, fetch us two pots of beer, and let us drink for joy of our agreement.

Dorothy. With all my heart.

So the beer being come, ſays Peter, drink to me my love on this bargain, and I'll ſing you a ſong.

Pet.― Come, my dear Dorothy, give me your hand, From henceforth in love we'll for ever agree, And if that you true to your promiſe do ſtand, There's none upon earth that more happy will be.

Dor.―My dear loving huſband, I give you my hand, With my hearty thanks for your kindneſs to me, And while I have life to my promise I'll ſtand, With trueſt affection, dear huſband, to thee.