_Capt_. We ask no more, let it be, mighty Lady: and if we perish, then our
own sins on us.
_Young Lo_. Come forward Gentlemen, to Church my boys,
when we have done, I'le give you cheer in bowles. [_Exeunt._
_Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._
_Enter_ Elder Loveless.
_Elder Lo_. This senseless woman vexes me to th' heart, she will not from
my memory: would she were a man for one two hours, that I might beat her.
If I had been unhansome, old or jealous, 'thad been an even lay she might
have scorn'd me; but to be young, and by this light I think as proper as
the proudest; made as clean, as straight, and strong backt; means and
manners equal with the best cloth of silver Sir i'th' kingdom: But these
are things at some time of the Moon, below the cut of Canvas: sure she has
some Meeching Rascal in her house, some Hind, that she hath seen bear
(like another _Milo_) quarters of Malt upon his back, and sing with't,
Thrash all day, and i'th' evening in his stockings, strike up a Hornpipe,
and there stink two hours, and ne're a whit the worse man; these are they,
these steel chin'd Rascals that undo us all. Would I had been a Carter, or
a Coachman, I had done the deed e're this time.
_Enter_ Servant.
_Ser_.
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