I marry did he.

_1_.

Our shops are well look't to now.

_2_.

'Slife, yonder's my Master, I think.

_1_.

No 'tis not he.

_Enter a man with two Citizens-wives._

_1 Cit_.

Lord how fine the fields be, what sweet living 'tis in the Country!

_2 Cit_.

I poor souls, God help 'em; they live as contentedly as one of us.

_1 Cit_.

My husbands Cousin would have had me gone into the Country last year, wert thou ever there?

_2 Cit_.

I, poor souls, I was amongst 'em once.

_1 Cit_.

And what kind of creatures are they, for love of God?

_2 Cit_.

Very good people, God help 'em.

_1 Cit_.

Wilt thou go down with me this Summer when I am brought to bed?

_2 Cit_.

Alas, it is no place for us.

_1 Cit_.

Why, pray thee?

_2 Cit_.

Why you can have nothing there, there's no body cryes brooms.

_1 Cit_.

No?

_2 Cit_.

No truly, nor milk.

_1 Cit_.

Nor milk, how do they?

_2 Cit_.

They are fain to milk themselves i'th' Country.

_1 Cit_.

Good Lord! but the people there, I think, will be very dutiful to one of us.

_2 Cit_.

I God knows will they, and yet they do not greatly care for our husbands.

_1 Cit_.

Do they not? Alas! I'good faith I cannot blame them: for we do not greatly care for them our selves. _Philip_, I pray choose us a place.

_ Phil_.

There's the best forsooth.

_1 Cit_.

By your leave good people a little.

_3_.

What's the matter?

_ Phil_.

I pray you my friend, do not thrust my Mistress so, she's with Child.