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Cutter of Coleman-street.
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Pun.Pish, do I know that a Lawyer loves to take mony in Michælmas Term?
Aur.A pies upon you: well, my father has made Lucy swear too never to see Truman without his consent.
Pun.Good, there will be a good Bo-peep love.
Aur.For all this, thy'r resolv'd to marry this after-noon, (nay don't interrupt me with your Fopperies, or I'l be gon) and to save their Oathes (like cunning Caluists, as all Lovers are) they'l be married in a dark room (do you mark me?) the Minister, Mr. Soaker, is to marry them without Book; and because thei'r bound not to speak to one another (for that I forgat to tell you) they'r to signifie their consent, when he asks 'em, Will you such a one— by reverences, and giving their hands; you never heard of such a humor, but their both mad—
Pun.Ha! ha! ha! Rare, as Fantastical as a Whirl-gig— but how come you to know all this, my little pretty Witch of Lancashire?
Aur.Why that I'me coming to; her Maid you must know is my Pensioner, and betrays all Counsels; And to confirm all this to you, here's her last Letter to Truman about the business, which my Intelligencer ha's Deliver'd to me instead of him, you know her hand, Read it all over to your self.
Pun.Ile swear by her Foot, this is her Hand,— hum— my Uncles sick, and no Body will be at this
[Reads.]
side o' the House,— the matted Chamber— hum— In at the Back door which shall be left only put to— (ha, ha, ha!) Mr. Soaker with you— just at four— you must not stay long with me— (ha, ha, ha!) when 'tis done and past recovery they'l release us of our Oaths— hum— I shall not fail— yours L. (ha, ha, ha.)
[Reads.]
side o' the House,— the matted Chamber— hum— In at the Back door which shall be left only put to— (ha, ha, ha!) Mr. Soaker with you— just at four— you must not stay long with me— (ha, ha, ha!) when 'tis done and past recovery they'l release us of our Oaths— hum— I shall not fail— yours L. (ha, ha, ha.)
Aur.Now he knows nothing o' the time, for that he should ha' known by this Letter; and you conceive my design, I hope? you'r not a Wit for nothing.
Pun.My dear Pythagorean, that I should go in and Marry her instead of him?
Aur.Right! thou'st a shrewd reach.
Pun.But where's old Soaker all this while?
Aur.Why, I ha' told all this to him, only naming you in all things instead of Truman; and that 'twas my Contrivance all for my
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