The Maids Tragedy by Francis Beaumont;John Fletcher
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Till thou wert Married?
_Amint_. Yes Sir. _King_. Tell me then, how shews the sport unto thee? _Amint_. Why well. _King_. What did you do? _Amint_. No more nor less than other couples use; You know what 'tis; it has but a course name. _King_. But prethee, I should think by her black eye, And her red cheek, she should be quick and stirring In this same business, ha? _Amint_. I cannot tell, I ne're try'd other Sir, but I perceive She is as quick as you delivered. _King_. Well, you'l trust me then _Amintor_, To choose a Wife for you agen? _Amint_. No never Sir. _King_. Why? like you this so ill? _Amint_. So well I like her. For this I bow my knee in thanks to you, And unto Heaven will pay my grateful tribute |
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