A TALE OF A TUB.
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Turfe. For luck sake speak, Puppy, what hath he lost?
Pup. Oh Awdrey, Awdrey, Awdrey!
Dame T. What of my daughter Awdrey?
Pup. I tell you, Awdrey do you understand me?
Awdrey, sweet master, Awdrey, my dear dame—
Awdrey, sweet master, Awdrey, my dear dame—
Turfe. Where is she? what's become of her, I pray thee?
Pup. Oh, the serving-man, the serving-man, the serving-man!
Turfe. What talk'st thou of the serving-man! where's Awdrey?
Pup. Gone with the serving-man, gone with the serving-man.
Dame T. Good Puppy, whither is she gone with him?
Pup. I cannot tell: he bad me bring you word
The captain lay at the Lion, and before
I came again, Awdrey was gone with the serving-man;
I tell you, Awdrey's run away with the serving-man.
The captain lay at the Lion, and before
I came again, Awdrey was gone with the serving-man;
I tell you, Awdrey's run away with the serving-man.
Turfe. 'Od'socks, my woman, what shall we do now?
Dame T. Now, so you help not, man, I know not, I.
Turfe. This was your pomp of maids! I told you on't.
Six maids to vollow you, and not leave one
To wait upon your daughter! I zaid pride
Would be paid one day her old vi'pence, wife.
Six maids to vollow you, and not leave one
To wait upon your daughter! I zaid pride
Would be paid one day her old vi'pence, wife.
Med. What of John Clay, Ball Puppy?
Pup. He hath lost———
Med. His life for velony?
Pup. No, his wife by villainy.
