Come, Tanikin.
FRANCES.
O Tom, you have not bussed me today, Tom.
CIVET.
No, Frances, we must not kiss afore folks. God save me,
Frances,
[Enter Delia, and Artichoke.]
See yonder my sister Delia is come. Welcome, good
sister.
FRANCES.
Welcome, good sister, how do you like the tier of my
head?
DELIA.
Very well, sister.
CIVET.
I am glad you're come, sister Delia, to give order for
supper; they will be here soon.
ARTICHOKE.
Aye, but if good luck had not served, she had not been
here now: filching Flowerdale had like to peppered us;
but for Master Oliver, we had been robbed.
DELIA.
Peace, sirrah, no more.
FATHER.
Robbed! by whom?
ARTICHOKE.
Marry, by none but by Flowerdale; he is turned thief.
CIVET.
By my faith, but that is not well; but God be praised
for your escape. Will you draw near, sister?
FATHER.
Sirrah, come hither. Would Flowerdale, he that was my
master, a robbed you? I prithee, tell me true.
ARTICHOKE.
Yes, yfaith, even that Flowerdale, that was thy master.
FATHER.
Hold thee, there is a French crown, and speak no more
of this.
ARTICHOKE.
Not I, not a word.--Now do I smell knavery:
In every purse Flowerdale takes, he is half:
And gives me this to keep counsel.
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