Dwarf. My Sister will do much, I'm sure, to save the
Man that loves her so passionately- she has a Heart. Feth. And a
swinger 'tis- 'Sbud- she moves like the Royal Sovereign, and is as
long a tacking about. [Aside. Giant. Then your Religion, Sir. Feth.
Nay, as for that, Madam, we are English, a Nation I thank God, that
stand as little upon Religion as any Nation under the Sun, unless it
be in Contradiction; and at this time have so many amongst us, a Man
knows not which to turn his Hand to- neither will I stand with your
Hugeness for a small matter of Faith or so- Religion shall break no
squares. Dwarf. I hope, Sir, you are of your Friend's Opinion. Blunt.
My little Spark of a Diamond, I am, I was born a Jew, with an Aversion
to Swines Flesh. Dwarf. Well, Sir, I shall hasten Seignior Doctor to
compleat my Beauty, by some small Addition, to appear the more
grateful to you. Blunt. Lady, do not trouble yourself with transitory
Parts, 'Dshartlikins thou'rt as handsom as needs be for a Wife. Dwarf.
A little taller, Seignior, wou'd not do amiss, my younger Sister has
got so much the Start of me. Blunt. In troth she has, and now I think
on't, a little taller wou'd do well for Propagation; I should be loth
the Posterity of the antient Family of the Blunts of Essex should
dwindle into Pigmies or Fairies.
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