GRUMBALL

Thou liest. Brave pitchy villains there. So: 'tis done. Command us. Here. Fuh, Stay not for me, I shall outgo you all. 2 I hold 5. Crowns, We all leave you behind us. Done; but I Must not leave you behind me; what pains a poor Devil takes to get into a Merchant? he's so civil, One of Hell must not know him, with more ease A Devil may win ten Gallants, then one of these, Yet a Merchant's wife, before these ten is won To entertain her Devil, if Pride be one. But Lurchall, now than rt in, and for years bound, To play the Merchant, play him right: th'ast owned A Master, who more villainy has by heart, Then thou by rote; See him but play his own partly, And thou dost Hell good service; Barteruile, Theres in thy name a Harvest makes me smile. I. So Sir. There sir, I'll fit, And c oak Like a R ven, to dam thee in hels pit. The tid against you sir, the crowns are come. As most watches use to go sir, sleepily, heavily. I spurred it all that I could. Little passed one. Thus windest thou to domnation. A fox, and overtaken? Brain! try this. That all my errand. Sir, I am bound To do you all service, till I you all confound. Why sir? 'Tis but your swearing the money is paid. Tell him my master shall come in and swear. I have a brave one fort. Bring in a pottle of wine: will Carlo here my fellow, Depose a truth if he see it, to help his master? Set this to your head anon sir, when 'tis there Away you, and to morrow thou mayest swear Before the Chancellor, and swear true, if he Were in that case thou leftest him, it in vain To hope he could live, till thou camest back again. All Knights a'th Post learn this trick: the fits upon me now. Take a good draught, 'twill help you sir: It gulps, he's almost breathless Carolo; away. He's gone, he's gone sir. Yes and will swear his heart out, to your good. Swear let him; be thy self and he dambde too. And let all else sink. Master, look up man, In this black trance had thy soul flyen away, I had wrought hard and made a holiday. Mine own deer creature. But fit, your Aims, and ends in this. Yowl bre ke sir. R re! What will hence befall? Theile tell the King. Say the King prevails. But how can you excuse your turning Turk? Protection! whats that? Pray sir, for I never broke with any man. You have out-reacht me. Why fetch I a Friar? True City doctrine sir. I came to teach, but now (me thinks) must learn. No Lucifer. Great Prince of devils, Thy hests I have obeyed, I am bartering for one soul, able to lade And Argocy; if City, oaths, if perjuries, Cheatings, or gnawing men's souls by usuries, If all the villainies (that a City can,) Are able to get thee a son, I would found that man. Damnation gives his soul but one turn more, Cause he shall be enough. Make the door sure the house is round beset. What nest of birds are these new-kild with fear? Such as strike dead the heart, yet give no blows. You shall de damned together. Heres the Duke of Calabria sir if you have made me tell a you, they e see me of a voyage to the Island of Hogs and Devils, (the Barmudas,) e Duke sir. I warrant you. I warrant you. Passing well? Art hungry, eat this adder: dry? Suck this Snake. Mall Cutpurse plies her task and cannot come. No, thart undone for drinking. A prodigal: Who (in one year,) spent on whores, fools and slaves, And Armies maintenance, now begs for cromes, and raves To see his sumptuous buildings, pastures, woods, That stood in uplands, drowned in Rhenish floods. No covetous wretch: 'tis Hell, thy black-souls pri son. His thirst it cannot slake, Seas could not quench his dropsy: Gold to get He would hang a City, statue a Country. Even yet Raves he for Bonds and encumbers: to save who e soul, (Though he fed none living) Saw-sages were his dole. I'll let him stand. I'll turn the wheels: and spin the hours up faster Troth so would I, And we their Jackesath Clockhouse. A mere Turk sir, none can take you for less. But pray sir, what is't turns you into a Turk? That will be never. Yes, (King of endless horror) see who's here: Barteruile Now thou shalt find th'ast one.