O reverend wrinckles, well becoming palenesse, Why hath death now lifes colours given thee And mockes thee with the beauties of fresh youth? Wom.

Play on, play on, and fill the golden skies With cryes and pitie, with your blood; Mens Eyes Wom.

where thy good example, And that kind roughnes of a Father's anger? Wom.

He likes to do everything I do, and he does it exactly the same way, and it's driving me wom-batty.

Ho! goodwife Thompson! WOM.

What, do you know me then? WOM.

Wom. I'l heare none but myselfe.

Ye say well; come ye hither maid, let me feel your pulse, 'Tis somewhat weak, but Nature will grow stronger, Let me see your leg, she treads but low i'th' Pasterns. Wom.

Wom. and 1 Ma. 2 Ma.

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Wom. Is the King hard by? 1. You heard he with the Bottles said, he thought we should come too late: What abundance of people here is! Wom.

Wom. Is the King hard by? 1. You heard he with the Bottles said, he thought we should come too late: What abundance of people here is! Wom.

Wom. Let's take our places, we shall have no room else.