Ben Jonson
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-- Latimer [To them.
Room for green Rushes, raise the Fidler's Chamberlain,
Call up the House in arms. Host This will rouze Lovel.
Fly. And bring him on too. Lat. Sheelee-nien.
Runs like a Heifer. bitten with the Brieze,
About the Court, crying on Fly, and cursing.
Fly. For what, my lord?
Lat. Yo' were best hear that from her,
It is no Office, Fly, fits my relation.
Here come the happy Couple! Joy, Lord Beaufort.
Fly. And my young Lady too.
Hos. Much Joy, my Lord!