She brought such fine white Pigs as you, fit for none but
Parsons Ladie.
_Lady_. 'Tis well you will allow us our Clergie yet.
_Elder Lo_. That shall not save you. O that I were in love again with a
wish.
_Lady_. By this light you are a scurvie fellow, pray be gone.
_Elder Lo_. You know I am a clean skin'd man.
_Lady_. Do I know it?
_Elder Lo_. Come, come, you would know it; that's as good: but not a snap,
never long for't, not a snap dear Ladie.
_Lady_. Hark ye Sir, hark ye, get ye to the Suburbs, there's horse flesh
for such hounds: will you goe Sir?
_Elder Lo_. Lord how I lov'd this woman, how I worshipt this prettie calf
with the white face here: as I live, you were the prettiest fool to play
withall, the wittiest little varlet, it would talk: Lord how it talk't!
and when I angred it, it would cry out, and scratch, and eat no meat, and
it would say, goe hang.
_Lady_. It will say so still, if you anger it.
_Elder Lo_. And when I askt it, if it would be married, it sent me of an
errand into _France_, and would abuse me, and be glad it did so.
_Lady_. Sir this is most unmanly, pray by gon.
_Elder Lo_. And swear (even when it twitter'd to be at me) I was
unhansome.
_Lady_. Have you no manners in you?
_Elder Lo_.
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