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Dryden, John, 1631-1700

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_Burr_. Nor I.
_Trice_. Nor I.
_Lot_. No, I dare swear do'st thou not, Mr Justice.
_Trice_. But I wonder how the devil durst come into our ward,
when he knows I have been at the duties of--my family--this evening.
_Enter one of the Watch, with_ TIMOROUS _and_ ISABELLA.
_Watch_. An please your worship, I met this couple in the street
late, and so, seeing them to be a man and woman, I brought them along
with me, upon suspicion of felony together.
_Fran_. This is the proud minx, that sought shelter in my house
this afternoon, Mr Justice.
_Fail_. Sir Timorous and Madam Isabella! I vow to gad, we are
undone, Burr.--
_Isa_. Do not you know me, Mr Justice?
_Lov_. Justice is blind, he knows nobody.
_Isa_. My name is Isabella.
_Fran_. No, thy name is Jezebella; I warrant you, there's none
but rogues and papists would be abroad at this time of night.
_Bib_. Hold, Frances.--
_Trice_. She's drunk, I warrant her, as any beast. I wonder,
woman, you do not consider what a crying sin drunkenness is: Whom do
you learn it from in our parish? I am sure you never see me worse.
_Isa_. Burr and Failer, acknowledge yourselves a couple of
recreant knights: Sir Timorous is mine: I have won him in fair field
from you.
_Const_.


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