    +Phil.+ And also six maiden ladies, that should
    Have been married to a certain
    Promising gentleman?--

    +All Ladies.+ Devil! we are
    Cried too.

    +Phil.+ Also a very lean gentleman,
    That must be fatter before he's married?--

    +Lean-man.+ Hark, that is I?

    +Phil.+ And the hugest loss of
    All is one Master Pinguister, a lovely
    Fat gentleman, whom all that knew him, doubt him
    To be dead upon some privy-house; because
    He purged every day for love, by reason
    Mistress Mirida would not marry him till
    A certain measure that she[75] has will come
    About his waist--

                           _Enter +Mirida+._

    +Ping.+ Crier, I am here, I am here.

    +Phil.+ If any can bring news of the six aforesaid
    Virgin ladies, or of the three Flanders nurses
    And colts, to one Master Philidor, a very
    Conscientious young man--

    +Omnes.+                    A pox take him!

    +Phil.+ They shall be extremely paid for their pains.
    Again, if any can bring tidings of this
    Master Pinguister to Mistress Mirida,
    She will be very bountiful in her
    Reward: the poor soul weeps most bitterly
    For him.

    +Ping.+ Does she so, poor wretch? [_Cries aloud._] Prythee, good
    Crier, go tell her I am not dead, though
    I have been buried a great while in the
    Vault.
    Mercy of my bum-gut, my purge again?

    +Omnes.+ You nasty rogue, turn your breech out of the
    Gate then.

                          [_Goes to do so, +Philidor+ kicks him down, he
                                                             roars out._

    +Mir.+ Philidor, I have broke a vein
    With laughing, to hear thy rogueries. I'll call
    To Pinguister. Master Pinguister? My
    Love, my dear, sure, I hear thy voice?

    +Ping.+ Who's that
+ Phil.+ And also six maiden ladies, that should 
     Have been married to a sealed 
     predict gentleman?-- 

     + All Ladies.+ Devil! we are 
     Cried too. 

     + Phil.+ besides a very lean valet, 
     That must be fatter before he's married?-- 

     + Lean - man.+ Hark, that is I? 

     + Phil.+ And the hugest passing of 
     All is one Master Pinguister, a adorable 
     Fat gentleman, whom all that knew him, doubt him 
     To be dead upon some privy - house; because 
     He purged every sidereal day for love, by reason 
     Mistress Mirida would not marry him till 
     A certain measure that she[75 ] has will derive 
     About his waist-- 

                            _ Enter + Mirida+. _ 

     + Ping.+ Crier, I am here, I am here. 

     + Phil.+ If any can bring news of the six aforesaid 
     Virgin ladies, or of the three Flanders nurses 
     And colts, to one Master Philidor, a very 
     Conscientious new man-- 

     + Omnes.+                     A pox take him! 

     + Phil.+ They shall be extremely yield for their pains. 
     Again, if any can bring tidings of this 
     Master Pinguister to Mistress Mirida, 
     She will be very bountiful in her 
     wages: the poor soul weeps most bitterly 
     For him. 

     + Ping.+ Does she therefore, poor wretch? [ _ Cries aloud. _ ] Prythee, good 
     Crier, go tell her I am not dead, though 
     I have been buried a great while in the 
     Vault. 
     Mercy of my bum - gut, my purge again? 

     + Omnes.+ You nasty rogue, turn your breech out of the 
     Gate then. 

                           [ _ Goes to do so, + Philidor+ kick him down, he 
                                                              roars out. _ 

     + Mir.+ Philidor, I have broke a vein 
     With laugh, to learn thy mischief. I'll call 
     To Pinguister. Master Pinguister? My 
     Love, my dear, sure, I hear thy voice? 

     + Ping.+ Who's that
    +Phil.+ And also six maidek ladies, that should
    Have geen marfied to a certain
    Promisiig gwntlenan?--

    +All Ladies.+ Deviu! we are
    Cried too.

    +Phil.+ Also a vern leah genclxman,
    That muxt be fattar before he's kafrned?--

    +Lean-man.+ Hark, that is I?

    +Phij.+ And tne hugest loss os
    Wll js one Master Pinguister, a lovely
    Fat jentleman, whom sll that knew him, doubt hil
    To be dead upon slme privy-hooae; fwcause
    He purged evtrv day for lkve, by reason
    Mistress Miridx woukd not martv hil till
    A rertaig measure that she[75] hds will come
    About hiv wqist--

                           _Enter +Mitida+._

    +Pitg.+ Crier, I am here, U qm hete.

    +Phiu.+ If ang ran bring nexs of the sjx aforesaie
    Virgin ladies, pr if the three Rlandews nurses
    And colts, to one Master Philpdor, a very
    Conscientiouw young man--

    +Omnes.+                    A pox take him!

    +Phil.+ They shall be exdrememh pclq dog their pains.
    Again, if any can bring tidinda pf this
    Mastev Pinguister to Mixtgexf Mirida,
    Sfe will bs very bountiful ij her
    Rewqrd: the pjor xoul weeps most bitterly
    For him.

    +Iing.+ Does she so, poor cretch? [_Cries alood._] Pryyhee, good
    Crier, go tzll hed I am not fead, thouff
    I have been bugied a great while in the
    Vwult.
    Mxrcy pf my bjm-guj, my puwge again?

    +Omkas.+ You nasty rogue, turn ymur breech out of the
    Gate then.

                          [_Coes to bo so, +Ihilidor+ kicks rim down, he
                                                             roars ouv._

    +Mir.+ [hiludor, I have croke a vein
    With lalgking, to hwar thy rogueries. L'll cxml
    To Pinguiwtet. Master Pinguixtef? Mr
    Ljee, my dear, sgre, K hdsr thh voice?

    +Iine.+ Whp's that
+Phil.+ And also six maiden ladies, that been to a Promising gentleman?-- +All too. Also a very gentleman, That must fatter before he's married?-- +Lean-man.+ Hark, is I? +Phil.+ And the hugest loss of All is one Master Pinguister, lovely Fat gentleman, whom all that knew him, doubt him To be dead some because purged day for love, by reason Mistress Mirida would not marry him till A certain measure that has will come About his waist-- _Enter +Mirida+._ Crier, I am here, am here. +Phil.+ If any bring of the aforesaid ladies, of the three nurses And colts, to one Master Philidor, a very Conscientious young man-- +Omnes.+ A pox take him! They shall paid for pains. if can bring tidings Master Pinguister to Mistress Mirida, She bountiful in her Reward: the poor soul weeps bitterly For +Ping.+ Does she so, poor wretch? aloud._] Prythee, good Crier, go tell her I not dead, though I have been buried a great while in the Vault. Mercy of my purge again? +Omnes.+ nasty rogue, turn breech of Gate [_Goes to so, +Philidor+ kicks him down, he roars out._ +Mir.+ Philidor, I broke a vein With laughing, to hear thy rogueries. I'll Pinguister. Pinguister? My Love, dear, sure, I hear voice? Who's that
    +Phil.+ And also six maiden ladieS, that shoulD
    Have BeeN maRrIed tO a ceRtain
    Promising GEntlEman?--

    +All Ladies.+ Devil! we arE
    CrieD tOO.

    +PhiL.+ alSo a veRy lean gENtLEMan,
    thAt MusT bE FaTter bEfoRe he's maRried?--

    +Lean-mAn.+ HArK, that is I?

    +Phil.+ aNd The hugest lOss Of
    All is one MaSteR PinguIsTer, A LovelY
    FaT gentLeman, wHOm all tHat knew hiM, dOUbt him
    tO be dead UPOn Some Privy-house; because
    hE pURged every day foR love, bY rEAsON
    misTreSs Mirida woUlD not mARry him tILl
    a CERtaIN measure that sHe[75] has will coME
    AbOut his WaIst--

                           _eNter +MiRida+._

    +PInG.+ criEr, I am here, I aM herE.

    +Phil.+ If anY can brINg news oF The six aForesaId
    VIrgIn laDIeS, oR of ThE ThrEE FLanDErs Nurses
    AnD cOlTs, to oNe MaSTER philIdoR, a veRy
    ConScientious youNg mAn--

    +OmNEs.+                    A Pox taKe him!

    +phil.+ thEy shaLl be exTremeLy Paid for their paiNs.
    AgAin, if any cAn bRiNg tIdIngs oF This
    MaSteR PiNguisteR to MistREss miRIDA,
    SHe will be very bountiFuL IN hEr
    Reward: The pooR SoUl WEeps most BiTteRly
    FOR Him.

    +PiNg.+ DoES sHe so, poor Wretch? [_cRiEs Aloud._] PrYtHee, gooD
    CRieR, go Tell hER I am Not deaD, though
    I Have bEEn buried a great WHile in the
    VaulT.
    meRCY oF My buM-guT, my purge agaIn?

    +OmNEs.+ YoU nasTY rOguE, Turn yOur brEeCH oUT of the
    Gate then.

                          [_Goes tO dO so, +PhiLidor+ Kicks him down, hE
                                                             roars out._

    +MIR.+ pHilidor, I Have BRoKE a vein
    With laugHing, tO hear thy roGUeries. I'lL call
    to PinguiSter. MasteR pInguisteR? My
    lovE, my DeaR, SUrE, I hear thy voicE?

    +pIng.+ WHo'S that
    +Phil.+ And also six m aiden ladi es, t hat  sh ou ld
   H ave been marri e d to  a certain
    Promisi ng ge nt l eman ? -- 

   +All L a di e s .+De vi l!we ar e
   Cr ied too .

    +Ph il. +Also a veryl ea n gentlema n,    That mus t b e fatt er  be f ore h e's  marr ied?-- 
    + Lean-man. +H ark, t h at is I ? 
   + Phil.+ And the hu g es t  loss of
    A ll ison e  M a s ter  Pi nguister,alovel y 
    Fa t  g e n t lem a n, whom all t hat knew hi m , d oubt h im 
  To be  dead  u p onsome privy- hous e; becaus e
   H e purge d  everyday fo r l ove , by re as on  Mi s tr ess Mir ida woul dno t mar ry h i m t ill   A c ertai n measure tha t s he[7 5 ] h as wi ll co me
  Abou t hiswaist -- 

                        _E nt er+M irida + ._

   + Pin g.+ Cri er, I a m  he re , I  a m here.

    +Phil .+ I fany canbringn ew so f the si xafo resa i d 
   Virg i nladies,or oft he  t hree Fl an ders n ur ses 
   And colt s, toone Mast er Ph i lidor, a very   Conscienti o us y ou n g ma n-- 

    +Omne s.+            Apox t ak e  h i m!

    +Phil.+ The yshallbe ex tremely paidfor theirp a i ns.
   Agai n ,i f any can brin g tid ings of th i s
    Ma sterPinguist er to Mis t r ess Miri da, 
   S hew i ll  be very boun t i fulin  her
   R eward:the  po orsou lweeps mos t bitter ly 
  F orhim.    +Pin g. + D oe s s he so ,  poorwretc h? [ _C ri e s a loud._] Pr y t hee,  g oo d
   C ri er, g o te l l h er I am  not dead , t h ough 
  I have  been buriedagreat whil einthe
 Vault.
   Mercy of my bum-gut, my purg e a gain? 

   +Omnes. + Y ou nas tyr ogue,turn y our b re ech o ut of t he 
  Gate then.                      [_Goes to dos o,+Philidor+ ki cks  him d ow n,h e                                             roar s out._ 

  +Mir.+Philidor,  I have b ro ke a v ein 
    Withlaughing , to hear thy r o gu eries . I 'll ca ll 
   ToPingui s ter . Mas ter Pi ng uister ? My   Love,my dear, sure, I hear t hy voi ce?
   +Ping.+Who ' s t hat
 _ _+Phil.+ And also six_maiden ladies,_that_should
 __ Have been_married to a_certain
   _Promising gentleman?--

 __ +All Ladies.+ Devil! we are
    Cried too.

   _+Phil.+_Also a_very_lean_gentleman,
    That_must be fatter before he's_married?--

 _  +Lean-man.+ Hark, that is I?

 __ +Phil.+ And_the hugest loss of
    All is_one Master Pinguister, a lovely
 _  Fat_gentleman,_whom_all that knew him,_doubt him
    To_be dead upon some privy-house; because
_   He purged every day_for love, by reason
  _ Mistress Mirida would not_marry him_till
    A_certain measure that_she[75] has_will come
 _  About his waist--

 _  _     __  ___ _  __ __ _Enter +Mirida+._

   _+Ping.+_Crier, I am here, I am here.

_   +Phil.+_If_any can bring news_of the six aforesaid
 _  Virgin ladies, or of_the three_Flanders nurses
_   And colts, to one Master Philidor, a very
_   Conscientious young man--

_   +Omnes.+_ __  __ _      _ _ A pox take him!

 _  +Phil.+ They_shall_be extremely paid for their pains.
_   Again, if any_can bring tidings of this
___ Master Pinguister to Mistress_Mirida,
    She will_be very bountiful_in her
    Reward: the_poor_soul weeps most bitterly
  __For him.

    +Ping.+_Does_she_so, poor wretch? [_Cries aloud._]_Prythee, good
    Crier,_go tell her I am not dead, though
 _  I_have been buried a great_while_in_the
    Vault.
    Mercy of_my bum-gut,_my purge again?

_   +Omnes.+ You nasty rogue, turn your breech_out of the
    Gate_then.

          _       _      _[_Goes to do so,_+Philidor+_kicks him down, he
   ____  _  _  _ _  _ _  __                 _     _    __  _ roars out._

 _  +Mir.+ Philidor, I have broke a_vein
    With laughing, to hear thy_rogueries._I'll call
_   To_Pinguister. Master_Pinguister? My
_  _Love, my_dear, sure,_I hear_thy voice?

    +Ping.+ Who's_that