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_Hum._ Why dost thou laugh?

_Rog._ There's a Gentleman, and the rarest Gentleman, and makes the
rarest sport.

_Short._ Where, where?

_Rog._ Within here, h'as made the gayest sport with _Tom_ the
Coachman, so tewed him up with Sack that he lies lashing a But of
Malmsie for his Mares.

_Short._ 'Tis very good.

_Rog._ And talks and laughs, and sings the rarest songs, and
_Shorthose_, he has so maul'd the Red Deer pies, made such an alms
i'th' butterie.

_Short._ Better still.

_Enter_ Val. Widow.

_Hum._ My Lady in a rage with the Gentleman?

_Short._ May he anger her into a feather. [_Exeunt._

_Wid._ I pray tell me, who sent you hither? for I imagine it is not
your condition, you look so temperately, and like a Gentleman, to ask me
these milde questions.

_Val._ Do you think I use to walk of errands, gentle Lady, or deal
with women out of dreams from others?

_Wid._ You have not know[n] me sure?

_Val._ Not much.

_Wid._ What reason have you then to be so tender of my credit, you
are no kinsman?

_Val._ If you take it so, the honest office that I came to do you,
is not so heavy but I can return it: now I perceive you are too proud,
not worth my visit.

_Wid._ Pray stay, a little proud.

_Val._ Monstrous proud, I griev'd to hear a woman of your value,
and your abundant parts stung by the people, but now I see 'tis true,
you look upon me as if I were a rude and saucie fellow that borrowed all
my breeding from a dunghil, or such a one, as should now fall and
worship you in hope of pardon: you are cozen'd Lady, I came to prove
opinion a loud liar, to see a woman only great in goodness, and Mistress
of a greater fame than fortune, but--

_Wid._ You are a strange Gentleman, if I were proud now, I should be
monstrous angry, which I am not, and shew the effects of pride; I should
despise you, but you are welcom Sir: To think well of our selves, if we
deserve it, it is a lustre in us, and every good we have, strives to
shew gracious, what use is it else? old age like Seer-trees, is seldom
seen affected, stirs sometimes at rehearsal of such acts as his daring
youth endeavour'd.

_Val._ This is well, and now you speak to the purpose, you please
me, but to be place proud?

_Wid._ If it be our own, why are we set here with distinction else,
degrees, and orders given us? In you men, 'tis held a coolness, if you
lose your right, affronts and loss of honour: streets, and walls, and
upper ends of t