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Cicely. And so I fear yon will do me.
Pickle Herring. Nay, then, sweet Ciss, ne'er trust me more, For I never loved Lass like the before.
Fool. No, nor behind, neither.
Well met, sweet Cis, well over ta'en. Cicely. You are kindly wellcome, Sir, to me. Fool. I will wipe my eyes, and I'll look again ;
Methinks, sweet Cis, I now the see. Cicely. Raf, what has thou to pleasure me? Fool. Why, this, my dear, I will give the,
And all I have it shall be thine. Cicely. Kind Sir, I thank you heartelly.
Pickle Herring. (To the Fool.) Stand back, stand back, thou silly old Swain,
This Girl shall go with none but me. Fool. I will not.
Pickle Herring. Stand back, stand back, or I'll cleave thy Brain..
[Then Pickle Herring goes up to Cis, and sajs
0, now, sweet Cis, I am come to thee ! Cicely. You are as wellcome as the rest.
Wherein you brag so lustilly. Fool. For a Thousand Pounds she loves me best,
I can see by the twinkling of her Ee. Pickle Herring. I have store of Gold whereon I boast.
Likewise my Sword, love, shall fight for the ;
When all is done, love, I'll scour the Coast,
And bring in Gold for thee and me. Cicely. Your Gold may gain as good as I,
But by no means it shall tempt me.
For Youthfull Years and Frozen Age
Cannot in any wise agree.