CLOWN

I, and as deep as and Usurers conscience I warrant thee. Nay for the deepness I'll be sworn; but come my Master's & lay these boughs cross over: so, so, artificially, and may all those horson Muttonmongers the wolves, hold here, which eat our sheep. They should be he wolves by their loving Mutton, But by their greediness they should be she wolves. For the belly of a she wolf is never satisfied till it be damed up. Why, is not the dam worse than the Devil pray? Why man, if all the Earth were Parchment, the Sea Ink Every stick a pen, and every knave a Scrivener, they were not all able to write down the knaveries of she wolves. O always the weakest goes to the wall, as for ex ample, knock down a sheep and he tumbles forward, knock down a woman and she tumbles backwards. Marry just as many sorts as there be knaves in the Cards First there are your Court wolves, and those be Foul eaters and clean drinkers. Why because when they be drunk ̄ they commonly cast up all, and so make cleansing week of't. The next are your Country wolves, nothing chokes them but plenty, they sing Like Sire's when corn goes out by ship-fulls, and dance after no tune but after and angel a Bushel. A rope on them, yes, huge routs, you shall have long lane full of them; theyle feed upon any whore, carrion, thief, or any thing. Maws? why man, fiddlers have no better stomachs, I have known some of them eat up a Lord at three bits. A Knight is no body with them, A young gentleman is swallowed whole Like a Gudge ̄ on. A Gudgeon choke him, if the throat of his consci e ̄ nce be found, he'll gulp down any thing; five of your sil ken Gallants are swallowed easier than a Damask Prune: for our City wolves do so roll my young prodigal first in wax, which is soft, till he look Like a guilded Pill, and then so finely wrap him up in Satin which is sleek, that he goes down without chewing, and thereupon they are called slip pery Gallants. The last is your Sea wolf, a horrible ravene ̄ r to, he has a belly as big as a ship, and devours as much silk at a gulp as would serve forty dozen Tailors against a Christmas day or a running at Tilt. Why those that are great ones and more than our mat ches we'll let go, and the lesser wolves we will hang: shall it be So? A wolf caught, a wolf caught. No! What art thou then? And Usurer? A Broaker then? Snails, he talks Like a Surgeon, If you be one why do you not help your self sir? How? a wolf caught hoa — Lap what Lap, hoa! Yes, for a wolvish rascal that would have worried his own Country. The Devil in the Vault; you sirrah, that betrayed your Country, and the old King your Uncle, there lie till one Wolf devour another, thou treacherous rascal. Exit.