_Haue you ſeene but a bright Lilly grow, Before rude hands haue touch’d it? 105 Haue you mark’d but the fall of the Snow, Before the ſoyle hath ſmuch’d it? Haue you felt the wooll o’ the Beuer? Or Swans downe, euer? Or, haue ſmelt o’ the bud o’ the Bryer? 110 Or the Nard i’ the fire? Or, haue taſted the bag o’ the Bee? O, ſo white! O, ſo ſoft! O, ſo ſweet is ſhee!_ [378] SD. ACT. ...] om. SCENE II. Manly’s _Chambers in Lincoln’s Inn, opposite_ Fitzdottrel’s _House. Enter_ WITTIPOL _and_ MANLY. G [379] 12 SN.] [_Gives him the copy of a song._ G [380] 15 _Mrs._ FITZDOTTREL _appears at a window of her house fronting that of Manly’s Chambers_. G [381] 21 worst W || SN. _enters_] _enters and_ 1716, W || Manly ...] _Manly sings. Enter_ PUG _behind_. G [382] 23 interview W, G [383] 24 least W [384] 27 you’ve 1716, W [385] 32 entire W, G || [_Aside and exit._ G [386] 33 I’ll] I W, G [387] 34 [_Exit_. G [388] 35 M^rs!] Mis! 1641 the rest as in 2. 2. 41 || They’re 1716, W they are G || _Mrs. Fitz._ [_advances to the window._] G [389] 35, 36 The’are ... receiue] one line 1692, 1716, W [390] 37 SN. om. G [391] 39 t’] to 1692, f. [392] 62 y’all 1716, W [393] 64 he’s W, G [394] 71, 76 SN. om. G [395] 75 ’salts 1692 ’saults 1716 [396] 81 is, cast] is cast 1716, W [397] 88 I’ve W [398] 98 head’s] head 1641 [399] 100 a om. 1641 [400] 106 of the] the 1641 [401] 108, 112 o’] of W [402] 108 Beuer] beaver W, G [403] 110 smelt o’ret. G ACT. II. SCENE. VII. FITZ-DOTTRELL. WITTIPOL. PVG. _Her huſband appeares at her back._ Is shee ſo, Sir? and, I will keepe her ſo. If I know how, or can: that wit of man Will doe’t, I’ll goe no farther. At this windo’ She ſhall no more be _buz’d_ at. Take your leaue on’t. If you be ſweet meates, wedlock, or ſweet fleſh, 5 All’s one: I doe not loue this _hum_ about you. A flye-blowne wife is not ſo proper, In: [125] For you, S^r, looke to heare from mee. _Hee ſpeakes out of his wiues window._ WIT. So, I doe, Sir. FIT. No, but in other termes. There’s no man offers This to my wife, but paies for’t. WIT. That haue I, Sir. FIT. Nay, then, I tell you, you are. WIT. What am I, Sir? 11 FIT. Why, that I’ll thinke on, when I ha’ cut your throat. WIT. Goe, you are an _Aſſe_. FIT. I am reſolu’d on’t, Sir. WIT. I thinke you are. FIT. To call you to a reckoning. WIT. Away, you brokers blocke, you property. 15 FIT. S’light, if you ſtrike me, I’ll ſtrike your Miſtreſſe. _Hee ſtrikes his wife._