fhould meet finer fights then any are i'the Fayre; and [6] make a finer voyage on't; to fee it all hung with cocklefhels, pebbles, fine wheat-ftrawes, and here and there a chicken's feather, and a cob-web.

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QVAR. Goodfaith, hee lookes, me thinkes an' you marke him, like one that were made to catch flies, with his Sir Cranion-legs.

WIN-W. And his Numpes, to flap 'hem away.

WAS. God, bew'you, Sir, there's your Bee in a box, and 10 much good doo't, you.

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Coк. Why, your friend, and Bartholmew; an' you be Сок. fo contumacious.

QVAR. What meane you, Numpes?

WAS. I'll not be guilty, I, Gentlemen.

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You will not let him goe, Brother, and loofe

COK. Who can hold that will away? I had rather loose him then the Fayre, I wuffe.

WAS.

You doe not know the inconuenience, Gentlemen, 20 you perfwade to: nor what trouble I haue with him in these humours. If he goe to the Fayre, he will buy of euery thing, to a Baby there; and houfhold-ftuffe for that too. If a legge or an arme on him did not grow on, hee would lose it i'the preffe. Pray heauen I bring him off 25 with one ftone! And then he is fuch a Rauener after fruite! you will not beleeue what a coyle I had, t'other day, to compound a businesse betweene a Katerne-pearewoman, and him, about fnatching! 'tis intolerable, Gentlemen.

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WIN-W. O! but you must not leaue him, now, to these hazards, Numpes.

WAS. Nay, hee knowes too well, I will not leaue him, and that makes him prefume: well, Sir, will you goe now? if you haue fuch an itch i'your feete, to foote it to the 35 Fayre, why doe you ftop, am I your Tarriars? goe, will you goe? Sir, why doe you not goe?

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Coк. O Numps! haue I brought you about? come Miftreffe Grace, and Sifter, I am refolute Batt, i'faith, ftill.

GRA. Truely, I haue no fuch fancy to the Fayre; nor ambition to fee it; there's none goes thither of any quality or fashion.

Coк. O Lord, Sir! you shall pardon me, Mistris Grace, we are inow of our felues to make it a fashion: and for qualities, let Numps alone, he'l finde qualities.

QVAR. What a Rogue in apprehenfion is this! to vnderftand her language no better.

WIN-W. I, and offer to marry to her? well, I will leaue the chase of my wiḍdow, for to day, and directly to the Fayre. These flies cannot, this hot season, but engender vs excellent creeping fport.

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IOн. Win, you fee, 'tis in fashion, to goe to the Fayre, Win: we must to the Fayre too, you, and I, Win. I haue an affaire i'the Fayre, Win, a Puppet-play of mine owne making, fay nothing, that I writ for the motion man, which [3] you must see, Win.

WIN. I would I might John, but my mother will neuer confent to such a prophane motion: fhe will call it.

Iон. Tut, we'll haue a deuice, a dainty one; (Now, Wit, helpe at a pinch, good Wit come, come, good Wit, 25 and't be thy will.) I haue it, Win, I haue it 'ifaith, and 'tis a fine one. Win, long to eate of a Pigge, sweet Win, i'the Fayre; doe you fee? i'the heart o'the Fayre; not at Pye-Corner. Your mother will doe any thing, Win, to fatisfie your longing, you know, pray thee long, prefently, 30 and be ficke o'the fudden, good Win. I'll goe in and tell her, cut thy lace i'the meane time, and play the Hypocrite, fweet Win.

WIN. No, I'll not make me vnready for it. I can be Hypocrite enough, though I were neuer fo ftraight lac'd. 20 [3] error for [13]

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Іон. You fay true, you haue bin bred i'the family, and brought vp to 't. Our mother is a moft elect Hypocrite, and has maintain'd us all this feuen yeere with it, like Gentlefolkes.

WIN. I, Let her alone, Iohn, fhe is not a wife wilfull widdow for nothing, nor a fanctified fifter for a fong. And let me alone too, I ha'fomewhat o'the mother in me, you shall fee, fetch her, fetch her, ah, ah.

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Now, the blaze of the beauteous difcipline, fright away this euill from our house! how now Win-the-fight, Child: how do you? Sweet child, speake to me.

Yes, forfooth.

WIN. PVR. Looke vp, fweet Win-the-fight, and fuffer not the enemy to enter you at this doore, remember that your 15 education has bin with the pureft, what polluted one was it, that nam'd firft the vncleane beaft, Pigge, to you, Child? WIN. (Vh, vh.)

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IOн. Not I, o'my fincerity, mother: fhe long'd aboue three houres, ere fhe would let me know it; who was it 20 Win?

WIN. A prophane blacke thing with a beard, Iohn.

PVR. O! refift it, Win-the-fight, it is the Tempter, the wicked Tempter, you may know it by the fleshly motion of Pig, be strong against it, and it's foule temptations, in 25 these affaults, whereby it broacheth flesh and blood, as it were, on the weaker fide, and pray against it's carnall prouocations, good child, fweet child, pray.

[14] IOн. Good mother, I pray you; that she may eate some

Pigge, and her belly full, too; and doe not you caft away

your owne child, and perhaps one of mine, with your tale of the Tempter: how doe you, Win? Are you not ficke? WIN. Yes, a great deale, Iohn, (vh, vh.)

PVR. What shall we doe? call our zealous brother Bufy hither, for his faithfull fortification in this charge of the aduerfary; child, my deare childe, you shall eate Pigge, be comforted, my fweet child.

WIN. I, but i'the Fayre, mother.

PVR. I meane i'the Fayre, if it can be any way made, or found lawfull; where is our brother Bufy? Will hee 10 not come? looke vp, child.

Iон. Presently, mother, as foone as he has cleanf'd his beard. I found him, faft by the teeth, i'the cold Turkeypye, i'the cupbord, with a great white loafe on his left hand, and a glaffe of Malmefey on his right.

PVR.

Іон.

Slander not the Brethren, wicked one.

Here hee is, now, purified, Mother.

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PVR. O brother Bufy! your helpe heere to edifie, and raise vs vp in a fcruple; my daughter Win-the-fight is visited with a naturall difeafe of women; call'd, A longing to 20 eate Pigge.

IOн. I Sir, a Bartholmew-pigge: and in the Fayre.

PVR. And I would be fatisfied from you, Religiouslywife, whether a widdow of the fanctified assembly, or a widdowes daughter, may commit the act, without offence 25 to the weaker fifters.

Bvs. Verily, for the disease of longing, it is a disease, a carnall disease, or appetite, incident to women: and as it is carnall, and incident, it is naturall, very naturall: Now Pigge, it is a meat, and a meat that is nourishing, 30 and may be long'd for, and fo confequently eaten; it may be eaten; very exceeding well eaten: but in the Fayre, and as a Bartholmew-pig, it cannot be eaten, for the very calling it a Bartholmew-pigge, and to eat it fo, is a spice of Idolatry, and you make the Fayre, no better then one of 35 the high Places. This I take it, is the ftate of the question.

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Іон. IOн. I, but in ftate of neceffity: Place fhould giue place, Mr Bufy, (I have a conceit left, yet.)

PVR. Good Brother, Zeale-of-the-land, thinke to make it as lawfull as you can.

Іон. Yes Sir, and as foone as you can: for it must be Sir; you see the danger my little wife is in, Sir.

PVR. Truely, I doe loue my child dearely, and I would not haue her miscarry, or hazard her first fruites, if it might be otherwise.

Bvs. Surely, it may be otherwise, but it is fubiect, to conftruction, fubiect, and hath a face of offence, with the [15] weake, a great face, a foule face, but that face may haue a vaile put ouer it, and be shaddowed, as it were, it may be eaten, and in the Fayre, I take it, in a Booth, the tents of 15 the wicked: the place is not much, not very much, we may be religious in midst of the prophane, so it be eaten with a reformed mouth, with fobriety, and humbleneffe; not gorg'd in with gluttony, or greedineffe; there's the feare: for, should fhe goe there, as taking pride in the 20 place, or delight in the vncleane dreffing, to feed the vanity of the eye, or the luft of the palat, it were not well, it were not fit, it were abominable, and not good.

Iон. Nay, I knew that afore, and told her on't, but courage, Win, we'll be humble enough; we'll feeke out 25 the homelieft Booth i'the Fayre, that's certaine, rather then faile, wee'll eate it o'the ground.

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PVR. I, and I'll goe with you my felfe, Win-the-fight, and my brother, Zeale-of-the-land, shall goe with vs too, for our better confolation.

WIN. Vh, vh.

IOн. I, and Salomon too, Win, (the more the merrier) Win, we'll leaue Rabby Bufy in a Booth. Salomon, my

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In the way of comfort to the weake, I will goe, and eat. I will eate exceedingly, and prophefie; there

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