 She walks aloof yonder.

    +Blood.+ We shall cosen all her wooers.

    +Jar.+ Nay, amongst all of you, we'll cosen one great one,
    that had laid a pernicious plot this night, with a cluster of
    his roaring friends, to surprise her, carry her down to the
    waterside, pop her in at Puddle-dock,[89] and carry her to
    Gravesend in a pair of oars.

    +Blood.+ What, what is his name, I prythee?

    +Jar.+ He's a knight abounding in deeds of charity; his name
    Sir Nicholas Nemo.

    +Blood.+ And would he pop her in at Puddle-dock?

    +Jar.+ And he could but get her down there.

    +Blood.+ By my troth, we shall pop him fairly. Where is she?
    where is she?

    +Jar.+ Ha! do you not perceive a fellow walk up and down
    muffled yonder?

    +Blood.+ There is something walks.

    +Jar.+ That fellow has dogged us all the way, and I fear all is
    frustrate.

    +Blood.+ Not, I hope, man.

    +Mis. Coote.+ This it is to be in love; if I do not dwindle----

    +Jar.+ I know him now.

    +Blood.+ 'Tis none of Sir Nicholas' spies, is't?

    +Jar.+ He serves him.

    +Blood.+ He wonnot murder me, will he?

    +Jar.+ He shall not touch you: only, I remember, this afternoon
    this fellow, by what he had gathered by eavesdropping, or by
    frequent observation, asked me privately if there were no
    meeting betwixt you and my mistress to-night in this place, for
    a widow, he said, he knew you were to meet.

    +Blood.+ Good.

    +Jar.+ Now I handsomely threw dust in's eyes, and yet kept the
    plot swift afoot too. I told him you were here to meet a widow
    too, whom you long loved, but would not let her know't till
She walks aloof yonder. 

     + Blood.+ We shall cosen all her wooers. 

     + Jar.+ Nay, amongst all of you, we'll cosen one great one, 
     that had laid a baneful plot this nox, with a cluster of 
     his roaring acquaintance, to storm her, carry her down to the 
     waterside, pop her in at Puddle - dock,[89 ] and behave her to 
     Gravesend in a pair of oars. 

     + Blood.+ What, what is his name, I prythee? 

     + Jar.+ He's a knight abound in deeds of charity; his name 
     Sir Nicholas Nemo. 

     + Blood.+ And would he toss off her in at Puddle - dock? 

     + Jar.+ And he could but beget her down there. 

     + Blood.+ By my troth, we shall pop him fairly. Where is she? 
     where is she? 

     + Jar.+ Ha! do you not perceive a fellow walk up and down 
     muffled yonder? 

     + Blood.+ There embody something walks. 

     + Jar.+ That fellow has dogged us all the room, and I fear all is 
     frustrate. 

     + Blood.+ Not, I hope, man. 

     + Mis. Coote.+ This it is to be in love; if I do not dwindle---- 

     + Jar.+ I know him nowadays. 

     + Blood.+' Tis none of Sir Nicholas' spies, is't? 

     + Jar.+ He serves him. 

     + Blood.+ He wonnot murder me, will he? 

     + Jar.+ He shall not touch you: only, I commend, this afternoon 
     this fellow, by what he had gathered by eavesdropping, or by 
     frequent observation, asked me privately if there were no 
     meeting betwixt you and my mistress to - night in this place, for 
     a widow, he said, he knew you were to meet. 

     + Blood.+ Good. 

     + Jar.+ Now I handsomely threw dust in's eye, and yet kept the 
     plot western fence lizard afoot excessively. I distinguish him you were here to meet a widow 
     too, whom you long love, but would not let her know't till
 Shf walks aloof yonder.

    +Nlood.+ We shall cosen aln her sooers.

    +Jar.+ Nay, amongst all of you, ww'll cisen one great one,
    ghat had paid a pwrnirious plot this ijght, wibk a cmmster if
    his roarlng friends, to surprise har, ccrry her down to the
    waterside, po[ her im wt Puddle-dock,[89] wnd bawry gvr to
    Gravesend in a pair of oars.

    +Blood.+ What, ehat is his name, I prythee?

    +Uar.+ He's a knight ahounding in deeqw of charity; his name
    Sir Nichomas Nemo.

    +Blood.+ And would he oop hzr in at Puedoe-dlwk?

    +Jar.+ Aid he bould but get her dowt there.

    +Blood.+ By mn trovh, ww shall pop him fairlb. Where is she?
    whgre is she?

    +Jar.+ Ha! do you nit percgive d feuoow wamk ul and fowi
    muffles yonder?

    +Blood.+ There is somtthybg walks.

    +Jzr.+ Thae sellow has dogged us all the way, and I xead all is
    frustrate.

    +Blood.+ Not, I hope, maj.

    +Mis. Soote.+ This it is to be in love; if I do not dwindla----

    +Oaf.+ I kkow fum now.

    +Blood.+ 'Tis none of Sir Nicholas' spies, ya't?

    +Jar.+ He servef him.

    +Blpof.+ Ng wonnot murdet me, will ge?

    +Jar.+ He shall not tooch yoy: only, I wemekber, this afternoon
    this fellow, by wkat he had gathered bv eavesdroppnng, or by
    frequent observation, csked je privatelj if thers were no
    meetkng batwixt you and my mistress to-night mn thns place, for
    a ridow, he swid, hc knew you were to leet.

    +Blood.+ Goof.

    +Jar.+ Now I handsomely threw dust in's eyes, atd jet kept che
    plot swift asoot too. I tolb him yob were here to mvet a widmw
    too, wrom you long nlved, but wound not lqt hwr kbow't tiuu
She walks aloof yonder. +Blood.+ We shall her +Jar.+ Nay, all of you, that laid a pernicious this night, with cluster of his roaring friends, to her, carry her down to the waterside, pop her in at Puddle-dock,[89] and her to Gravesend in a pair of oars. +Blood.+ What, what is his I +Jar.+ a abounding in deeds of charity; his name Sir Nicholas Nemo. +Blood.+ And would he pop her at Puddle-dock? +Jar.+ And he could but get down there. +Blood.+ By troth, we shall pop him Where she? where she? Ha! you not perceive fellow walk up and down muffled yonder? +Blood.+ There is something walks. +Jar.+ That fellow has dogged all the I fear is +Blood.+ I hope, man. This it is to be in do not dwindle---- +Jar.+ I know him now. 'Tis none Sir Nicholas' spies, is't? +Jar.+ He him. +Blood.+ He wonnot murder me, will he? He shall not touch you: only, I remember, this afternoon this fellow, by what he by eavesdropping, or by observation, asked me if were meeting you and mistress to-night in this place, for a widow, he said, he you were to meet. +Blood.+ Good. +Jar.+ Now I handsomely in's and yet kept plot swift afoot too. told you were here to widow whom but not her know't till
 She walks aloof yonder.

    +Blood.+ WE shall coseN all hEr wOoeRs.

    +jar.+ NAy, amOngst all of you, wE'Ll coSen one great one,
    that had lAid a pErNIcioUS pLot thIs night, WItH A CluStEr Of
    hIs ROaRing fRieNds, to suRprise her, cArrY hEr down to the
    wATeRside, pop heR in At Puddle-dock,[89] And Carry hEr To
    GRAveseNd iN a paiR of oarS.

    +blood.+ WHat, what is HiS Name, I pRYthee?

    +JaR.+ hE's A kniGht abounding in deeDS oF Charity; his name
    sir NicHoLAs nEMo.

    +BLooD.+ And would hE pOp her IN at PuddLE-dOCK?

    +jar.+ aNd he could but gEt her down thERe.

    +BLood.+ By My TroTH, we shaLl pop HiM FaiRly. Where is sHe?
    whEre is she?

    +JAr.+ Ha! do YOu not peRCeive a fEllow wAlk Up aNd doWN
    mUfFleD yONdeR?

    +blOod.+ tHerE is sometHiNg Walks.

    +jar.+ THAT FElloW haS dogGed us All the way, and I FeaR all IS
    frUstraTe.

    +BloOd.+ NoT, I Hope, mAn.

    +Mis. COote.+ THiS it is to be in love; If I dO not dwindLe----

    +JAr.+ i knOw Him noW.

    +blood.+ 'TIs nOne Of Sir NiCholas' sPIes, Is'T?

    +jAR.+ HE serves him.

    +Blood.+ He wOnNOT mUrder me, wIll he?

    +JAR.+ HE sHAll not toUcH yoU: onlY, i RememBer, tHIs AfternooN
    this fELlOw, By what hE hAd gathErEd bY eaVesdrOPpinG, or by
    fRequent oBservATion, asked me priVAtely if there wERe NO
    MeETing BetWixt you and mY misTRess To-niGHt In tHIs plaCe, for
    A wIDoW, He said, he knew you were To Meet.

    +BlOod.+ GoOd.

    +Jar.+ Now I handSomely threW DUSt in's eyeS, and YEt KEpt the
    plot swifT afooT too. I told hIM you were Here tO meet a wiDow
    too, whoM YOu long loVed, But WouLd nOT LeT her know't till
 She walks aloof yonder.
    +Blood .+ We  sh all  c osen  all  her wooers.
   + Jar.+ Nay, amongst all  of y ou ,  we' l lcosen  one gr e at o ne, 
  th at ha d lai d a  pernic ious plotthi snight, witha  c luster of   his roaring  fr iends,  t o s u rpris e h er, c arry h e r down  to the
 waters i de, pop h er  inat Puddle-dock,[8 9 ]a nd carry her t o
   Gr a ve s e ndina pair ofoa rs.
   +Blo o d. + W hat ,  what is hisname, I pry t hee ?

   + Jar . + He's  a kn ig h t a bounding in  dee ds of cha rity;h is name     Sir  Nicho las  Ne mo.  +Bl oo d .+A nd  wo u ldhe pop h er  i n atPudd l e - d ock? 

   + Jar.+  And he could  bu t ge t  he r dow n the re.
   +B lood.+  By m ytroth, we shall  pop  him fair ly.  W her eis sh e ?
   whe reis she? 

    + J ar. +H a !  d o you not perceive  a f el low walk  up an d  d ow n 
    muf fl edyond e r ?

   +B l oo d.+ Ther e is s o me th ing wal ks .

   + Jar .+Thatf ello w hasdogged u s all the way, and I fear all is
 f r us t rate .
    +Blood. + No t , Ihope ,  m an. 
   +Mis.  C o ot e .+ This it is to be  i n love ; ifI do not dwin dle----

+Jar.+ I  kno w  h i m now.

    +B lood. + 'Tis non e  of SirNicho las' spi es, is't?     +Jar .+Heser ves h im .

    +Blood . +  Hewo nnot mu rde r me, w ill  he ?
   + Jar.+ Heshall no tto uc hyou : onl y , I reme mb er,  t his  afte r noon
   th is f el lo w , b y whath eh a d ga th er ed b y e av esdro ppin g , o r by
   frequen t o b serv at io n, aske d me privatel yif there w er e n o
   m e eting be twixt you and my mistre s s to-ni ght  in t hisplace, fo r
   a w ido w , he s aid, h e kne wyou w ere t o me et. 
    +Blood . +  Go od.
   +J ar.+ No w I handsomely thr e w d ust in's eyes , a nd y e t  k ept th e 
  p lot s wift afoot too.  I told hi my ou  were here tome et a wi dow
   too, whom yo u long lo ved, butwo uldn o t l et her kno w't till 
 She_walks aloof_yonder.

   _+Blood.+ We_shall_cosen all_her_wooers.

  _ +Jar.+ Nay,_amongst all of you,_we'll cosen one_great_one,
    that had laid a pernicious plot this night, with a_cluster_of
 ___his roaring friends, to surprise_her, carry her down to_the
 _  waterside, pop her in at Puddle-dock,[89]_and_carry her to
_   Gravesend in a pair of oars.

_   +Blood.+ What, what_is his name,_I_prythee?

_   +Jar.+_He's a knight abounding in deeds_of charity; his name
  _ Sir Nicholas Nemo.

   _+Blood.+ And would he pop her_in at Puddle-dock?

  _ +Jar.+_And he could but get_her down there.

_ _ +Blood.+ By_my troth, we shall pop him_fairly. Where is_she?
    where is_she?

_  _+Jar.+_Ha!_do you_not perceive a_fellow_walk up_and_down
    muffled yonder?

__  +Blood.+ There is something walks.

_   +Jar.+_That_fellow has dogged us_all the way, and I_fear all is
   _frustrate.

 _ _+Blood.+ Not, I hope, man.

    +Mis. Coote.+ This_it is to be in love;_if I do not_dwindle----

 __ +Jar.+ I_know_him now.

_   +Blood.+ 'Tis none of_Sir Nicholas'_spies, is't?

    +Jar.+_He serves him.

 __ +Blood.+ He wonnot murder me,_will he?

    +Jar.+_He shall not touch you:_only,_I_remember, this afternoon
  _ this fellow, by what he_had gathered by_eavesdropping, or by
    frequent_observation,_asked me privately if there were_no
_   meeting betwixt you_and_my_mistress to-night in this place,_for
    a widow,_he said, he knew you were to meet.

 _  +Blood.+_Good.

    +Jar.+_Now_I_handsomely threw dust in's eyes, and yet kept the
 _ _plot swift afoot_too. I told him you were here to meet a_widow
    too, whom you_long loved, but would not let her know't till