Ben Jonson - A Tale of a Tub ACT 5. SCENE 6. lyrics

Pol-martin, Awdrey, Tub, Lady, Preamble, Turfe, D. Turfe, Clay. Pol. After the hoping of your pardon, Madam, For many Faults committed. Here my Wife, And I do stand, expecting your mild Doom. Lad. I wish thee Joy, Pol-martin; and thy Wife As much, Mrs. Pol-martin. Thou hast trick'd her Up very fine, me thinks. Pol. For that, I made Bold with your Ladyships Wardrobe, but have tres- pa**'d Within the limits of your leave —— I hope. Lad. I give her what she wears. I know all Women Love to be fine. Thou hast deserv'd it of me: I am extreamly pleas'd with thy good Fortune. Welcome, good Justice Preamble; And Turfe, Look merrily on your Daughter: She has married A Gentleman. Tur. So me thinks. I dare not touch her, She is so fine: yet I will say, God bless her. D. Tur. And I too, my fine Daughter. I could love her Now, twice as well, as if Clay had her. Tub. Come, come, my Mother is pleas'd: I pardon all. Pol-martin, in, and wait upon my Lady. Welcome good Guests: see Supper be serv'd in, With all the Plenty of the House, and Worship. I must confer with Mr. In-and-In, About some Alterations in my Masque: Send Hilts out to me; Bid him bring the Council Of Finsbury hither. I'll have such a night Shall make the Name of Totten-Court Immortal: And be Recorded to Posterity.