Ha, ha, ha.
_Lady_. What ails the fellow?
_Elder Lo_. The fellow comes to laugh at you, I tell you Ladie I would not
for your Land, be such a Coxcomb, such a whining Ass, as you decreed me
for when I was last here.
_Lady_. I joy to hear you are wise, 'tis a rare Jewel
In an Elder Brother: pray be wiser yet.
_Elder Lo._ Me thinks I am very wise: I do not come a wooing. Indeed I'le
move no more love to your Ladiship.
_Lady_. What makes you here then?
_Elder Lo_. Only to see you and be merry Ladie: that's all my business.
Faith let's be very merry. Where's little _Roger_? he's a good fellow: an
hour or two well spent in wholesome mirth, is worth a thousand of these
puling passions. 'Tis an ill world for Lovers.
_Lady_. They were never fewer.
_Elder Lo_. I thank God there's one less for me Ladie.
_Lady_. You were never any Sir.
_Elder Lo_. Till now, and now I am the prettiest fellow.
_Lady_. You talk like a Tailor Sir.
_Elder Lo_. Me thinks your faces are no such fine things now.
_Lady_. Why did you tell me you were wise? Lord what a lying age is this,
where will you mend these faces?
_Elder Lo_. A Hogs face soust is worth a hundred of 'em.
_Lady_. Sure you had a Sow to your Mother.
_Elder Lo_.
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