A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 02

Chapter 3

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WILL. Ah flattering quean, how neatly she can talk, How minionly she trips, how sadly she can walk! Well, wanton, yet beware that ye be sound and sure, Fair words are wont ofttimes fair women to allure, Now must I get me home, and make report of this To him, that thinks it long till my return, i-wis.

[_Exit_.