-instruments. 'Tis enough for me
    To put on sadness.

    +Ware.+ You, sir, have no cause.

    +Sea.+ Not I! Ask Mistress Scruple. I have lost
    My daughter, sir: she's stol'n. Then, sir, I have
    A spendthrift to my son.

    +Ware.+ These are felicities
    Compar'd to me. You have not match'd a whore, sir,
    Nor lost two ships at sea.

    +Sea.+ Nor you, I hope?

    +Ware.+ Truth is, you are my friends; I am abus'd,
    Grossly fetch'd over. I have match'd a stew,
    The notedst woman o' th' town.

    +Mis. Sea.+ Indeed, I heard
    She was a chambermaid.

    +Mis. Hol.+ And they by their place
    Do wait upon the lady, but belong
    Unto the lord.

    +Sea.+ But is this true?

    +Ware.+ Here was
    My nephew just now, and one Roseclap, who tell me
    She has three children living; one dapple-grey,
    Half Moor, half English: knows as many men
    As she that sinned by th' calendar, and divided
    The nights o' th' year with several men.

    +Sea.+ Bless me, goodness!

    +Ware.+ Then, like a man condemned to all misfortunes,
    I have estated her in all I have.

    +Sea.+ How!

    +Ware.+ Under hand and seal, sir, irrecoverably.


SCENE VI.

                           _Enter +Salewit+._

    +Mis. Hol.+ Look, Mistress Scruple, here's your husband.

    +Sale.+ Be the leave of the fair companée.

    +Mis. Scr.+ My husband!
    His cold keeps him at home. Surely I take
    This to be some Dutch elder.

    +Sale.+ Where is
    The breed an breedgroom? O monsieur, I'm com't
    To give you zhoy, and bless your capòn; where
    Is your fair breed
-instruments.' Tis enough for me 
     To put on sadness. 

     + Ware.+ You, sir, have no lawsuit. 

     + Sea.+ Not I! necessitate Mistress Scruple. I have lost 
     My daughter, sir: she's stol'n. Then, sir, I have 
     A spendthrift to my son. 

     + Ware.+ These are felicity 
     Compar'd to me. You have not match'd a prostitute, sir, 
     Nor lost two ships at sea. 

     + Sea.+ Nor you, I hope? 

     + Ware.+ accuracy is, you are my supporter; I am abus'd, 
     Grossly fetch'd over. I have match'd a fret, 
     The notedst charwoman o' th' township. 

     + Mis. Sea.+ Indeed, I heard 
     She was a chambermaid. 

     + Mis. Hol.+ And they by their place 
     Do wait upon the lady, but belong to 
     Unto the lord. 

     + Sea.+ But is this true? 

     + Ware.+ Here was 
     My nephew just nowadays, and one Roseclap, who tell me 
     She has three child living; one dapple - grey, 
     Half Moor, half English: knows equally many men 
     As she that sinned by thursday' calendar, and divided 
     The night o' th' year with several men. 

     + Sea.+ consecrate me, goodness! 

     + Ware.+ Then, like a man condemned to all misfortunes, 
     I have estated her in all I have. 

     + Sea.+ How! 

     + Ware.+ Under hand and cachet, sir, irrecoverably. 


 SCENE VI. 

                            _ Enter + Salewit+. _ 

     + Mis. Hol.+ Look, Mistress Scruple, here's your husband. 

     + Sale.+ Be the leave of the fair companée. 

     + Mis. Scr.+ My husband! 
     His cold keeps him at home. Surely I take 
     This to be some Dutch elder. 

     + Sale.+ Where is 
     The breed an breedgroom? O monsieur, I'm com't 
     To give you zhoy, and bless your capòn; where 
     Is your fair breed
-inshruments. 'Tis enough for oe
    To put on sadnesv.

    +Wzre.+ You, rir, have no cause.

    +Sea.+ Not I! Ask Nistress Scruple. I havd lost
    My daugyter, wir: she's svkl'n. Thek, sir, L havz
    A spendthrint to my sot.

    +Ware.+ Thesa xrz felicities
    Compar'd to me. You hade not kahch'd a whore, syr,
    Nor lost two ships at sea.

    +Sea.+ Nor gou, I hmpe?

    +Ware.+ Ttuth is, you are my friends; I al abus'd,
    Grossly fetch'd ovet. I rqve match'd a stew,
    The notedst wkman o' th' town.

    +Mis. Sea.+ Indeea, I hzard
    She wqs w chambermaiv.

    +Mps. Hol.+ And thcj by thair plave
    Do wait mpon vhe oady, but belong
    Unvo the lord.

    +Sea.+ Bot is this txue?

    +Ware.+ Here was
    My ngphew jusg nod, ahd ohe Rosfclep, who tell me
    She yas three children kidpmg; one dappls-grey,
    Half Moor, half English: knows as many mtn
    As she that sinned by rh' calendar, and dividgd
    The gights o' th' year with several men.

    +Sea.+ Bless me, goodiers!

    +Dqrf.+ Then, like a man condemned to all misfortunef,
    P have estated hev in all I have.

    +Sfa.+ Row!

    +Ware.+ Uvder hchd and seal, sir, irrefoverabjy.


SCEBE VI.

                           _Enter +Saoewit+._

    +Mis. Yol.+ Look, Mistress Dcruple, herz's yout husbsnd.

    +Sale.+ Be the leavz of tge fair comoanée.

    +Mjr. Scr.+ My husband!
    Hhs cold keeps him at home. Furely I vake
    This to ne somq Dutch elfer.

    +Sale.+ Where is
    Hhe bteed at breedgrolm? O monsieur, I'm com't
    To givx you zhoy, anc tlevs your eapòn; wmere
    Is your fair breed
-instruments. 'Tis enough for me To put +Ware.+ sir, have cause. +Sea.+ Not have My daughter, sir: stol'n. Then, sir, have A spendthrift to my son. These are felicities Compar'd to me. You have not match'd a whore, sir, lost two ships at sea. +Sea.+ Nor you, I hope? +Ware.+ Truth is, are friends; am Grossly fetch'd over. I have match'd a stew, The notedst woman o' th' town. +Mis. Sea.+ I heard She was a chambermaid. +Mis. Hol.+ they by their place wait upon the lady, but Unto lord. +Sea.+ is true? Here was My just now, and one Roseclap, who tell me She has three children living; one dapple-grey, Half Moor, English: knows men As that by calendar, and divided o' th' year with several men. goodness! +Ware.+ Then, like a man condemned to misfortunes, I estated her in all I have. How! +Ware.+ Under hand and seal, sir, irrecoverably. VI. _Enter +Salewit+._ +Mis. Hol.+ Look, Mistress Scruple, here's your husband. +Sale.+ Be the leave fair companée. +Mis. Scr.+ husband! His cold him home. I This to some Dutch elder. +Sale.+ Where is The breed an breedgroom? O I'm com't To give you zhoy, and bless your capòn; your breed
-instruments. 'Tis enough for me
    to put on sadNess.

    +WAre.+ you, SiR, havE no cAuse.

    +Sea.+ Not I! Ask mIstrEss Scruple. I have lost
    My dAughtEr, SIr: shE'S sTol'n. THen, sir, I HAvE
    a SpeNdThRifT tO My Son.

    +WaRe.+ THese are Felicities
    comPaR'd to me. You havE NoT match'd a whOre, Sir,
    Nor lost twO shIps at sEa.

    +sea.+ nOr you, i hoPe?

    +WarE.+ Truth IS, you arE my friendS; I AM abus'd,
    gRossly fETCh'D oveR. I have match'd a stew,
    tHe NOtedst woman o' th' Town.

    +MiS. SEA.+ INDEed, i heArd
    She was a ChAmberMAid.

    +Mis. HOL.+ AND THey BY their place
    Do Wait upon the LAdy, But belOnG
    UnTO the loRd.

    +Sea.+ buT Is tHis true?

    +Ware.+ here Was
    My nephEw just NOw, and onE roseclaP, who teLl mE
    ShE has THrEe ChiLdREn lIViNg; oNE daPple-grey,
    haLf moor, hAlf ENGLISh: knOws As maNy men
    as she that sinnEd bY th' cALenDar, anD diviDed
    THe NightS o' th' yeAr witH sEveral men.

    +Sea.+ BleSs me, Goodness!

    +WAre.+ thEn, lIkE a man COndemnEd tO alL misforTunes,
    I hAVe eStATED hEr in all I have.

    +Sea.+ How!

    +waRE.+ unDer hand aNd seal, SIr, IrREcoverabLy.


sCEnE VI.

                           _eNTer +SaLewiT+._

    +miS. Hol.+ Look, mistreSS SCrUple, herE's Your huSbAnd.

    +salE.+ Be thE LeavE of the Fair compAnée.

    +MIS. Scr.+ My husband!
    HIS cold keeps him AT hOME. SURely i taKe
    This to be sOme DUTch eLder.

    +sAlE.+ WhERe is
    THe breEd AN bREedgroom? O monsieur, I'm CoM't
    To giVe you Zhoy, and bless yOur capòn; whERE
    is your faIr brEEd
-instruments. 'Tis enoughfor me
   To p utonsa dnes s.
    +Ware.+ Yo u , si r, have no cause.

   +Sea .+ NotI !Ask M istress Sc r u ple .Ihav el os t
   My  daught er, sir: s he' sstol'n. Then ,  s ir, I have 
   A spendthr ift  to my  s on. 
   +Wa re.+Thesea re fel icities
 Compar ' d to me . Yo u ha ve not match'd aw ho r e, sir,
    No r lost  t w os h ips  at  sea.

   + Sea.+ Nor you ,  I h o pe? 
    +Ware.+Truth is, y o u a re myfr ien d s; I a m abu s' d ,
   Grosslyfetc h'd over.  I hav e  match' d  a stew ,
   The  no teds t  w om ano' th' to wn. 
   +Mis.Se a. + Ind eed, I h eard 
   Sh e was  a chambermai d.
  +Mi s. Ho l.+ A nd t he y bytheirplace 
   Do wait upon  the  lady, bu t b el ong 
   Un t o thelor d.
    +S ea.+ Bu t  is  t h i s  t rue?

    +Ware.+He r e  w as
    M y neph e wju s t now, a nd  on e Ro s e clap,  who te ll me
   Sheh as  t hree ch il dren l iv ing ; o ne da p ple- grey,    Half  Moor ,  half English: knows as many me n   Asshe  that sinne d by th'cale n da r,a nd di vided 
 T he nights o' th' ye ar  withsever al men.

   +Sea.+ Ble s s me, good ness ! 
   +Ware.+ The n, li ke a man c o ndemnedto al l misfor tunes,
 I have e sta ted  he r i n al l I have.

 +Sea .+  How!
   +Ware. + U nde r h and  a nd seal,sir, irr ec ov er ab ly. 


SC E NE VI.
                   _Ent er  + S ale wit+._ +Mis .Ho l.+Loo k,  Mist ress Scr uple, h ere's you r h u sban d. 
    +Sa le.+ Be the l ea ve of thefa ircompan é e .

    + Mis. Scr.+ My husband!   Hiscol d kee ps h im at hom e.Surely  It ake
   This  to b esom e Dutch e ld er. 
    +Sale. + Whe re is 
   T he bree d an breedgroom? O mon sieur, I'm co m't 
  T ogiv e  y o u z ho y , a n d  bless your cap òn; where  I s your fai r  br ee d
-instruments. 'Tis_enough for_me
   _To put_on_sadness.

 __ +Ware.+ You,_sir, have no_cause.

   _+Sea.+ Not I!_Ask_Mistress Scruple. I have lost
    My daughter, sir: she's stol'n. Then,_sir,_I have
___ A spendthrift to my_son.

    +Ware.+_These are_felicities
    Compar'd to me. You_have_not match'd a_whore, sir,
    Nor lost two ships_at sea.

    +Sea.+_Nor you, I_hope?

__  +Ware.+ Truth_is, you are my friends; I_am abus'd,
    Grossly_fetch'd over. I have match'd a stew,
_   The notedst woman_o' th' town.

  _ +Mis._Sea.+ Indeed, I heard
 _  She_was a_chambermaid.

  _ +Mis. Hol.+ And they by_their place
 _  Do wait upon the_lady,_but belong
 ___Unto the_lord.

  __+Sea.+ But_is_this true?

    +Ware.+_Here_was
    My nephew just_now, and one Roseclap,_who_tell me
  _ She has three children_living; one dapple-grey,
   _Half Moor,_half English:_knows as many men
    As she that sinned_by th' calendar, and divided
 _  The nights_o' th'_year_with several men.

__ _+Sea.+ Bless me, goodness!

   _+Ware.+ Then,_like a man condemned to all_misfortunes,
   _I_have estated her in all I_have.

    +Sea.+ How!

_   +Ware.+ Under_hand_and_seal, sir, irrecoverably.


SCENE VI.

 _     _  _      __     __ _Enter +Salewit+._

   _+Mis._Hol.+_Look, Mistress Scruple, here's your_husband.

    +Sale.+ Be_the leave of the fair companée.

   _+Mis. Scr.+ My_husband!
    His_cold_keeps_him at home. Surely I take
    This_to be_some Dutch elder.

_   +Sale.+ Where is
    The_breed an breedgroom? O monsieur, I'm com't
_   To give you zhoy, and bless your capòn;_where
    Is your fair breed