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Will you honour now, Be pleased to take into consideration The poor men's suits for Briefs, to get relief By common charity throughout the Kingdom, Towards recovery of their lost estates. Quite trade-fallen, my good Lord, now in her dotage; And desperately undone by riot. She has consumed in prodigal feasts and Fiddlers, And lavish lendings to debauched Comrades, That sucked her purse, in Jewels, Plate, and money, To the full valve of six thousand pounds. Then here are diverse more, Of Panders, Cheaters, house-and highway Robbers, That have God great estates in youth and strength, And wasted all as fast in wine and Harlots. Till age o'retooke them, and disabled them, For getting more Yet here is one, my Lord, above all the rest, Whose services have generally been known, Though now he be a spectacle of pity: The captain of the Cutpurses, my Lord; That was the best at's art that ever was, Is fallen to great decay, by the dead palsy In both his hands, and craves a large collection. First, here's a Gamester, that sold house and land, To the known valve of five thousand pounds, And by misfortune of the Dice lost all, To his extreme undoing; having neither A wife or child to succour him. Yes, my good Lord. Yes. Then, here's a Bawd, of sixty odd years standing. But four And twenty, my good Lord. She was both beware And Merchant; Flesh and Butcher, (as they say) For the first twelve years of her housekeeping: She's now upon fourscore, and has made markets Of twice four thousand choice virginities; And twice their number of indifferent gear. (No risse raff was she ever known to cope for) Her life is certified here by the Justices, Adjacent to her dwelling —