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Wit Without Money - The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher by Francis Beaumont
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_Isa._ Keep but this way, and from this place to tell me so, you
have paid me; and so I wish you see all fortune. [_Exit._

_Wid._ Fear not, the Woman will be thanked, I do not doubt it. Are
you so crafty, carry it so precisely? this is to wake my fears, or to
abuse me, I shall look narrowly: despair not Gentlemen, there is an hour
to catch a Woman in, if you be wise, so, I must leave you too; Now will
I go laugh at my Suitors. [_Exit._

_Lan._ Sir, what courage?

_Fran._ This Woman is a founder, and cites Statutes to all her
benefits.

_Lan._ I never knew yet, so few years and so cunning, yet believe
me she has an itch, but how to make her confess it, for it is a crafty
Tit, and plays about you, will not bite home, she would fain, but she
dares not; carry your self but so discreetly, Sir, that want or
wantonness seem not to search you, and you shall see her open.

_Fran._ I do love her, and were I rich, would give two thousand
pound to wed her wit but one hour, oh 'tis a Dragon, and such a spritely
way of pleasure, ha _Lance_.

_Lan._ Your ha _Lance_ broken once, you would cry, ho, ho,
_Lance_.

_Fran._ Some leaden landed Rogue will have this wench now, when
all's done, some such youth will carry her, and wear her, greasie out
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