Philaster - Love Lies a Bleeding by Francis Beaumont;John Fletcher
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they should, I say, they were never abroad: what
Foreigner would do so? it writes them directly untravel'd. _Gal_. Why, what if they be? _Meg_. What if they be? _La_. Good Madam let her go on; what if they be? Why if they be I will justifie, they cannot maintain discourse with a judicious Lady, nor make a Leg, nor say Excuse me. _Gal_. Ha, ha, ha. _La_. Do you laugh Madam? _Di_. Your desires upon you Ladies. _La_. Then you must sit beside us. _Di_. I shall sit near you then Lady. _La_. Near me perhaps: But there's a Lady indures no stranger; and to me you appear a very strange fellow. _Meg_. Me thinks he's not so strange, he would quickly be acquainted. _Thra_. Peace, the King. |
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