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This was three shillings yesterday, how now! All gone but this? six pence, for leather soles To my new green silk stockings, and a groat My ordinary in Pompions baked with Onions. Three pence I lost at Nine-pines; but I God Six tokens towards that at Pigeon holes — Is nails where the rest; is my poake bottom broke? What with a vengeance aylst? dost think my breech Is made of Bell mettle? take that. Box o'th ear. Yes till more comes. I'll teach you to abuse a man behind, They buffet. Was troubled too much afore. There's as proud fallen, as stand in Court or City. But I have told you twice and once, Will, jest not With me behind I never could endure (Not of a Boy) to put up things behind: And that my Tutor knew; I had been a Scholar else. Beside you know my sword was nocked i'th' fashion, Just here behind, for my back-guard and all; And yet you would do't. I had a lief you would take a knife— Oh thou art happy that canst read— I would buy Ballads too, had I thy learning.