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 flowted and so showted at: but by th messe Ise cry.

sir IohnCome Dol, come, be mery wench, Farewell Kent, we are not for thee, Be lusty my lasse, come for Lancashire, We must nip the Boung for these crownes.

DollWhy is all the gold spent already that you had the other day?

sir IohnGone Doll, gone, flowne, spent, vanished, the diuel, drinke and the dice, has deuoured all.

DollYou might haue left me in Kent, that you might, vntil you had bin better prouided, I could haue staied at Cobham.

sir IohnNo Dol, no, ile none of that, Kent's too hot Doll, Kent's too hot: the weathercocke of Wrotham will crow no longer, we haue pluckt him, he has lost his feathers, I haue prunde him bare, left him thrice, is moulted, is moulted, wēch.

DollFaith sir Iohn, I might haue gone to seruice againe, old maister Harpoole told me he would prouide me a mistris.

sir IohnPeace Doll, peace, come mad wench, Ile make thee an honest woman, weele into Lancashire to our friends, the troth is, Ile marry thee, we want but a little mony to buy vs a horse, and to spend by the way, the next sheep that comes shal loose his fleece, weele haue these crownes wench I warrant thee: stay, who comes here? some Irish villaine me thinkes that has slaine a man, and drawes him out of the way to rifle him: stand close Doll, weele see the end. Alas poe mester, S. Rishard Lee, be saint Patricke is rob and cut thy trote, for dee shaine, and dy money, and dee gold ring, be me truly is loue thee wel, but now dow be kil thee, bee shitten kanaue.

sir IohnStand sirra, what art thou?

Irishman.Be saint Patricke mester is pore Irisman, is a leufter.

sir IohnSirra, sirra, you are a damned rogue, you haue killed a man here, and rifled him of all that he has, sbloud you rogue