Will. 'Tis well,
I'll go fit my self with a Dress, and think of a Speech the while: In
the mean time, go you and amuse the gaping Fools that expect my
coming. [Goes out. Enter Fetherfool singing and dancing. Feth. Have
you heard of a Spanish Lady, How she woo'd an English Man? Blunt. Why,
how now, Fetherfool? Feth. Garments gay, and rich as may be, Deckt
with Jewels, had she on. Blunt. Why, how now, Justice, what run mad
out of Dog-days? Feth. Of a comely Countenance and Grace is she, A
sweeter Creature in the World there could not be. Shift. Why, what the
Devil's the matter, Sir? Blunt. Stark mad, 'dshartlikins. Feth. Of a
Comely Countenance- well, Lieutenant, the most heroick and illustrious
Madona! Thou saw'st her, Ned: And of a comely Counte- The most
Magnetick Face- well- I knew the Charms of these Eyes of mine were not
made in vain: I was design'd for great things, that's certain- And a
sweeter Creature in the World there could not be. [Singing. Blunt.
What then the two Lady Monsters are forgotten? the Design upon the
Million of Money, the Coach and Six, and Patent for Right Worshipful,
all drown'd in the Joy of this new Mistress?- But well, Lieutenant,
since he is so well provided for, you may put in with me for a
Monster; such a Jest, and such a Sum, is not to be lost.
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