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of French dressing, if you love it. [Exeunt. SCENE III-Coleman-Street. A Room in Justice CLEMENT'S House. Enter KITELY and COB. Kit. Ha! how many are there, say'st thou? Cob. Marry, sir, your brother, master Wellbred-- Kit. Tut, beside him: what strangers are there, man? Cob. Strangers? let me see, one, two; mass; I know not well,-- there are so many. Kit. How! so many? Cob. Ay, there's some five or six of them at the most. Kit. A swarm, a swarm! Spite of the devil...how they sting my head With forked stings, thus wide and large! But, Cob, How long hast thou been coming hither, Cob? Cob. A little while, sir. Kit. Didst thou come running? Cob. No, sir. Kit. Nay, then I am familiar with thy haste. Bane to my fortunes! what meant I to marry? I, that before was rank'd in such content, My mind at rest too, in so soft a peace, Being free master of mine own free thoughts, And now become a slave? What! never sigh; Be of good cheer, man; for thou art a cuckold: 'Tis done, 'tis done! Nay, when such flowing-store, Plenty itself, falls into my wife's lap, The cornucopiae will be mine, I know.--But, Cob, What entertainment had they? I am sure My sister and my wife would bid them welcome: ha? Cob. Like enough, sir; yet I heard not a word of it. Kit. No; Their lips were seal'd with kisses, and the voice, Drown'd in a flood of joy at their arrival, Had lost her motion, state and faculty.-- Cob, Which of them was it that first kiss'd my wife, My sister, I should say?--My wife, alas! I fear not her: ha! who was it say'st thou? Cob. By my troth, sir, will you have the truth of it? Kit. Oh, ay, good Cob, I pray thee heartily. Cob. Then I am a vagabond, and fitter for Bridewell than your worship's company, if I saw any body to be kiss'd, unless they would have kiss'd the post in the middle of the warehouse; for there I left them all at their tobacco, with a pox! Kit. How! were they not gone in then ere thou cam'st? Cob. O no, sir. Kit. Spite of the devil! what do I stay here then? Cob, follow me. [Exit. Cob. Nay, soft and fair; I have eggs on the spit; I ca
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