MISTRESS JOYNER.
You must send for something to entertain her.... Upon my life! A groat! what will this purchase?
GRIPE.
Two black pots of ale and a cake, at the cellar. Come, the wine has arsenic in it.
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MISTRESS JOYNER.
A treat of a groat! I will not wag.
GRIPE.
Why don't you go? Here, take more money, and fetch what you will; take here, half-a-crown.
MISTRESS JOYNER.