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Ros. It will be hard to do, sir. Bel. Cry now instantly; Ros. Now! Enter Lillia, and four Women laughing. Bel. How! how! do you jeer me? Ros. Yes, and laugh at you, Bel. What are these? whirlwinds? Ros. Yes, indeed are you; 1 Wom. Let him do his best; 2 Wom. Come hither to fright maids with thy bull-faces? 3 Wom. Come, come, do your worst, sir; Bel. The Lord deliver me! 4 Wom. Do but look scurvily upon this lady, Lil. I am of that mind too. Bel. What will they do to me? Lil. And hired to come and abuse us: A man has manners; 1 Wom. Lets search him, Bel. Let me but depart from ye, Lil. Hear the thing speak, neighbours. Bel. Tis but a small request: If eer I trouble ye, Lil. Ill send you broths, sir. Bel. I will be laughd at, and endure it patiently; Ros. Ill be your bail then. Bel. No, in truth, forsooth. |
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