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 Bos. So, so: ther's no question but her teatchives And most vulterous eating of the Apricocks, are apparant Signes of breeding, now?

Old Lady. I am in hast (Sir.)

Bos. There was a young wayting-woman, had a monstrous desire To see the Glasse-house.

Old La. Nay, pray let me goe:

Bos. And it was onely to know what strange instrument it was, Should swell up a glasse to the fashion of a womans belly.

Old La. I will heare no more of the Glasse-house, You are still abusing woemen?

Bos. Who I? no, onely (by the way now and then) mention Your fraileties. The Orrenge tree beare ripe and greene Fruit, and blossoms altogether: And some of you give entertainment For pure love: but more, for more precious reward. The lusty Spring smels well: but drooping Autumne tasts well: If we Have the same golden showres, that rained in the time of Jupiter The Thunderer: you have the same Danes still, to hold up their Laps to receive them: didst thou never study the Mathematiques?

Old La. What's that (Sir.)

Bos. Why, to know the trick how to make a many lines meete In one center: Goe goe; give your foster-daughters good councell: Tell them, that the Divell takes delight to hang at a womans girdle; Like a false rusty watch that she cannot discerne how The time passes.

Ant. ShhtShut [sic] up the Court gates:

Rod. Why sir? what's the danger?

Ant. Shut up the Posternes presently: and call All the Officers o'th' Court.

Gris. I shall instantly:

Ant. Who keepes the key o'th' Parke-gate?