The things we do!

_Raphael_. Oh you have pleasd mee,
And in proposinge all these difficultyes
Given of her graces ample testimony.
Shee is that miracle, that only one
That cann doo these; wear't comon in the sexe
Twold not appeare to mee so admirable;
It is for these I love her.
_Treadway_. You are resolvd
And I'l not staye your purpose.
_Enter the Clowne with Mildewe and Sarleboys his
guest and frende_.
_Clowne_. I have brought this flesh-fly whome as soone as the butchers
wyves sawe comminge throwghe the shambles, they all of them stood with
theire flapps in theire hands like fanns. I, demandinge the reason itt
was answerd me againe itt was to keepe away his infectious breath least
it should fill theire meate with fly-blowes.
_Raphael_. Well, mett, good Mr. _Mildewe_.
_Mildewe_. My returne
Of your salutes I cast belowe your feete.
_Raphael_. Syr, I am yours to treade on. You will then
Stand to your former bargen?
_Mildewe_. I weare else
Not woorthy to bee stil'd what I am tearmd,
A trewe venereall broaker.
_Clowne_. That's in _Italian_
A damnable hee bawde.


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