Lady. Goe to, you have it.
Alex. Thanke you, madam,—I, I will goe to and goe to, and there be ere a wench to be got for love or money, rath[er] then plot murder: tis the sweeter sinn of [the two]; besides, theres noe danger of ones cragg; [the] worst is but stand in one sheet for ly[ing] in two: and therefore goe to and goe to, I [say] and I sayt agen.
Sir Gef. Bunch take my cloake, Bunch; it shal [not] be sed, so many weddings and nere a Da[nce]: for soe many good turnes the hangman ha done you, theres one for all, hey!
Tho. Well said, Sir Geffrey.
Sir Gef. Hey, when I was young! but come, we loose [time]: every one his lasse, and stricke up Musick!
Daunce.
Lady. Now, gentlemen, my thanks to all, and since
[I]t is my good hap to escape these ills,
Goe in with me and celebrate this feast
With choyse solemnitie; where our discourse
Shall merrily forgett these harmes, and prove
Theres no Arraingment like to that of love.
[Exeunt omnes.
FINIS.
This Play, call'd the Lady Moth[er] (the Reformacons observ'd) may be acted. October the xvth, 1635.