_Ser._ Here's Beer for you Sir.
_Mor._ And here's for you an Angel:
Pray buy no Land, 'twill never prosper Sir.
_Elder Lo._ How's this?
_Yo. Lo._ Bless you, and then I'le tell: He's turn'd Gallant.
_Elder Lo._ Gallant?
_Yo. Lo._ I Gallant, and is now called, _Cutting Morecraft_:
The reason I'le inform you at more leisure.
_Wel._ O good Sir let me know him presently.
_Young Lo._ You shall hug one another.
_Mor._ Sir I must keep you company.
_Elder Lo._ And reason.
_Young Lo._ Cutting _Morecraft_ faces about, I must present another.
_Mor._ As many as you will Sir, I am for 'em.
_Wel._ Sir I shall do you service.
_Mor._ I shall look for't in good faith Sir.
_Elder Lo._ Prethee good sweet heart kiss him.
_Lady._ Who, that fellow?
_Savil._ Sir will it please you to remember me: my keys good Sir.
_Young Lo._ I'le doe it presently.
_El. Lo._ Come thou shalt kiss him for our sport sake.
_La._ Let him come on then; and do you hear, do not instruct me in these
tricks, for you may repent it.
_El. Lo._ That at my peril. Lusty Mr. _Morecraft_,
Here is a Lady would salute you.
_Mor._ She shall not lose her longing Sir: what is she?
_Elder Lo._ My wife Sir.
_Mor._ She must be then my Mistres.
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