exion

I am undone by his going . I warrant you , he’s
an infinitive thing upon my score . Good Master
Fang , hold him sure . Good Master Snare , let him
not ’scape . He comes continuantly to Pie Corner ,
saving your manhoods , to buy a saddle , and he is
indited to dinner to the Lubber’s Head in Lumbert
Street , to Master Smooth’s the silkman . I pray you ,
since my exion is entered , and my case so openly
known to the world , let him be brought in to his
answer . A hundred mark is a long one for a poor
lone woman to bear , and I have borne , and borne ,
and borne , and have been fubbed off , and fubbed
off , and fubbed off from this day to that day , that it is
a shame to be thought on . There is no honesty in
such dealing , unless a woman should be made an
ass and a beast to bear every knave’s wrong . Yonder
he comes , and that arrant malmsey-nose knave ,
Bardolph , with him . Do your offices , do your offices ,
Master Fang and Master Snare , do me , do me ,
do me your offices .