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 Sub.Royal Dol! Spoken like Claridiana, and thyself.

Face.For which at supper, thou shalt sit in triumph, And not be styled Dol Common, but Dol Proper, Dol Singular: the longest cut at night, Shall draw thee for his Doll Particular.

[Bell rings without.

Sub.Who's that? one rings. To the window, Dol: [Exit Dol.]—pray heaven, The master do not trouble us this quarter.

Face.O, fear not him. While there dies one a week O' the plague, he's safe, from thinking toward London. Beside, he's busy at his hop-yards now; I had a letter from him. If he do, He'll send such word, for airing of the house, As you shall have sufficient time to quit it: Though we break up a fortnight, 'tis no matter.

Re-enter.

Sub.Who is it, Dol?

Dol.A fine young quodling.