CITIZEN'S WIFE.
Stay, Alexander. Now, by my troth, a very proper
man, and tis great pity: hold, my friend, there's all
the money I have about me, a couple of shillings, and
God bless thee.
FLOWERDALE.
Now God thank you, sweet Lady: if you have any
friend, or Garden-house, where you may employ a
poor gentleman as your friend, I am yours to command
in all secret service.
CITIZEN'S WIFE.
I thank you, good friend. I prithee let me see that again
I gave thee: there is one of them a brass shilling; give
me them, and here is half a crown in gold. [He gives it
her.] Now, out upon thee, Rascal! secret service! what
doest thou make of me? it were a good deed to have thee
whipped. Now I have my money again, I'll see thee
hanged before I give thee a penny. Secret service! On,
good Alexander.
[Exit both.]
FLOWERDALE.
This is villainous luck. I perceive dishonesty will not
thrive: here comes more. God forgive me, Sir Arthur,
and Master Oliver: afore God, I'll speak to them.
[Enter Sir Arthur, and M. Oliver.]
God save you, Sir Arthur: God save you, Master Oliver.
OLIVER.
Byn you there, zirrah? come, will you ytaken yourself
to your tools, Coystrell?
FLOWERDALE.
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