Ben Jonson - A Tale of a Tub ACT 5. SCENE 1. lyrics

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.