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CIVET.
You say well, sister Delia, you say well: but I mean
to live within my bounds: for look you, I have set
down my rest thus far, but to maintain my wife in her
French-hood, and her coach, keep a couple of geldings,
and a brace of gray hounds, and this is all I'll do.
DELIA.
And you'll do this with forty pound a year?
CIVET.
Aye, and a better penny, sister.
FRANCES.
Sister, you forget that at cuckolds-haven.
CIVET.
By my troth, well remembered, Frances;
I'll give thee that to buy thee pins.
DELIA.
Keep you the rest for points: alas the day.
Fools shall have wealth, tho all the world say nay:
Come, brother, will you in? dinner stays for us.
CIVET.
Aye, good sister, with all my heart.
FRANCES.
Aye, by my troth, Tom, for I have a good stomach.
CIVET.
And I the like, sweet Frances. No, sister, do not think
I'll go beyond my bounds.
DELIA.
God grant you may not.
[Exit Omnes.]
SCENE II. London. The street before young
Flowerdale's house.
[Enter young Flowerdale and his father, with foils in
their hands.]
FLOWERDALE.
Sirrah Kit, tarry thou there, I have spied Sir Lancelot,
and old Weathercock coming this way; they are hard at
hand.
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