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Well sir, your malapertness will get you nothing. Fox. Heere. A prisoner to the Holl, take charge of him, and use him as scurvily as thou canst you shall be taught your duty sir, I warrant you. Hence slavish tyrants, instruments of torture, There is more kindness yet in Whores, than you, For when a man hath spent all, he may go And seek his way, they'll kick him out of doors; Not keep him in as you do, and enforce him To be the subject of their cruelty. You have no mercy; but be this your comfort, The punishment and tortures which you do Inflict on men, the Devils shall on you. Well sir, you may talk, but you shall see the end, And who shall have the worst of it. Why villain, I shall have the worst, I know it, And am prepared to suffer like a Stoic, Or else (to speak more properly) like a Stock; For I have no sense left: dost thou think I have? Zounds, I think he's mad? Why, thou art i'th' right; for I am mad indeed, And have been mad this two year. Dost thou think I could have spent so much as I have done In wares and credit, had I not been mad? Why thou must know, I had a fair estate, Which through my riot, I have torn in pieces, And scattered amongst Bawds, Buffoons, and Whores, That fawned on me, and by their flatteries, Rocked all my understanding faculties Into a pleasant slumber; where I dreamt Of nought but joy and pleasure: never felt How I was lulled in sensuality, Until at last, Affliction waked me: And lighting up the Taper of my soul, Led me unto myself; where I might see A mind and body rent with Misery. Harry Fox, Harry Eox. Who calls? here's the Bread and meatman come. Well, the Bread and meatman may stay a little. Yes indeed Harry, the Bread and Meat-man, may stay: But you know our stomachs cannot stay. Indeed your Stomach is always first up. And therefore by right, should be fire served: I have a stomach like Aqua fortis, it will eat any thing: O Father Gatherscrap, here are excellent bits in the Basket. Will you hold your Chops further; by and by you'll drivel into the Basket? Perhaps it may do some good; for there may be a piece of powdered Beef that wants watering. Here sir, here's your share. here's a bit indeed: what's this to a Gargantua stomach? Thou art ever grumbling. Zounds, it would make a Dog grumble, to want his Victuals: I pray give Spendall none, he came intoth' Holl but yesternight. What, do you refuse it? I cannot eat, I thank you. No, no, give it me; he's not yet seasoned for our company. Divide it then amongst you.
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Well sir, your mallapertnes will get you nothing. Fox. Here. A prisoner to the Holl, ake charge of him, and vse him as scuruily as thou canste you shall be taught your duetie sir, I warrant you. Hence slauish tyrants, instruments of torture, There is more kindnesse yet in Whores, then you, For when a man hath spent all, hee may goe And seeke his way, theyle kicke him out of dores; Not keepe him in as you doe, and inforce him To be the subiect of their crueltie. You haue no mercie; but be this your comfort▪ The punishment and torturs which you doe Iuflict on men, the Diuels shall on you. Well sir, you may talke, but you shall see the end, And who shall haue the worst of it. Why villaine, I shall haue the worst, I know it, And am prepard to suffer like a Stoicke, Or else (to speake more properly) like a Stocke; For I haue no sence left: dost thou thinke I haue? Zounds, I thinke hee's madde? Why, thou art i'th right; for I am madde indeed, And haue been madde this two yeare. Dost thou thinke I could haue spent so much as I haue done In wares and credite, had I not been madde? Why thou must know, I had a faire estate, Which through my ryot, I haue torne in peeces, And scattered amongst Bawdes, Buffoons, and Whores, That fawnd on mee, and by their flatteries, Rockt all my vnderstanding faculties Into a pleasant slumber; where I dreampt Of nought but ioy and pleasure: neuer felt How I was luld in sensualitie, Vntill at last, Affliction waked mee: And lighting vp the Taper of my soule, Led mee vnto my selfe; where I might see A minde and body rent with Miserie. Harry Fox, Harry Eox. Who calles? Heer's the Bread and Meate-man come. Well, the Bread and Meate-man may stay a little. Yes indeed Harry, the Bread and Meat-man, may stay: But you know our stomacks cannot stay. Indeed your Stomacke is alwayes first vp. And therefore by right, should be fire serued: I have a stomacke like Aqua fortis, it will eate any thing: O Father Gatherscrap, here are excellent bits in the Basket. Will you hold your Chops further; by and by youle driuell into the Basket? Perhaps it may doe some good; for there may be a peece of powderd Beefe that wants watering. Heere sir, heer's your share. Heer's a bit indeed: whats this to a Gargantua stomack? Thou art euer grumbling. Zounds, it would make a Dogge grumble, to want his Victuals: I pray giue Spendall none, hee came into'th Holl but yester-night. What, doe you refuse it? I cannot eate, I thanke you. No, no, giue it mee; hee's not yet seasond for our companie. Deuide it then amongst you.