Beau. 'Sdeath,
that's my Page's Voice: Who the Devil is't that ploughs with my
Heifer! Aur. Don Henrick, Don Henrick- [The Door opens, Beau. goes up
to't; Will. puts him by, and offers to go in, he pulls him back. Will.
How now, what intruding Slave art thou? Beau. What Thief art thou that
basely, and by dark, rob'st me of all my Rights? [Strikes him, they
fight, and Blows light on Fetherfool who hangs down. [Sancho throws
Fetherfool's Clothes out, Harlequin takes 'em up in confusion; they
fight out Beaumond, all go off, but Will. gets into the House:
Harlequin and Feth. remain. Feth. gets down, runs against Harlequin in
the dark, both seem frighted. Harl. Que questo. Feth. Ay, un pouer
dead Home, murder'd, kill'd. Harl. (In Italian.) You are the first
dead Man I ever saw walk. Feth. Hah, Seignior Harlequin! Harl.
Seignior Nicholas! Feth. A Pox Nicholas ye, I have been mall'd and
beaten within doors, and hang'd and bastinado'd without doors, lost my
Clothes, my Money, and all my Moveables; but this is nothing to the
Secret taking Air. Ah, dear Seignior, convey me to the Mountebanks,
there I may have Recruit and Cure under one. ACT V. SCENE I. A
Chamber. La Nuche on a Couch in an Undress, Willmore at her Feet, on
his Knees, all unbrac'd: his Hat, Sword, &c. on the Table, at which
she is dressing her Head.
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