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 Without priority? 'Sdeath! you perpetual curs, Fall to your couples again, and cozen kindly, And heartily, and lovingly, as you should, And lose not the beginning of a term, Or, by this hand, I shall grow factious too, And take my part, and quit you.

Face.'Tis his fault; He ever murmurs, and objects his pains, And says, the weight of all lies upon him.

Sub.Why, so it does.

Dol.How does it? do not we Sustain our parts?

Sub.Yes, but they are not equal.

Dol.Why, if your part exceed to-day, I hope Ours may, to-morrow match it.

Sub.Ay, they may.

Dol.May, murmuring mastiff! ay, and do. Death on me! Help me to throttle him.[''Seizes Sub. by the throat.''

Sub.Dorothy! mistress Dorothy! 'Ods precious, I'll do any thing. What do you mean?

Dol.Because o' your fermentation and cibation?

Sub.Not I, by heaven

Dol.Your Sol and Luna help me.[to Face.