A Tale of a Tub ACT 5. SCENE 1.

Tub, Pol-martin.



Tub.

I Pray thee, good Pol-martin, shew thy diligence,

And, faith, in both: Get her but so disguis'd,

The Chanon may not know her, and leave me

To plot the rest: I will expect thee here.



Pol.

You shall, Squire. I'll perform it with all care,

If all my Ladies Ward-robe will disguise her.

Come, Mistris Awdrey.



Awd.

Is the Squire gone?



Pol.

He'll meet us by and by, where he appointed:

You shall be brave anon, as none shall know you.