 | The Knave of Harts |  |
A dissembling Knaue.
Ile shew you good, the best in towne, assure youBetter (in truth) mony cannot procure you:
Indeed and verily, were you my brother;
Take it vpon my word, before another:
Beleeue me, it is for your turne, in sadnesse;
I haue solde dearer hath beene worse in badnesse;
By yea and nay, this is no fault you finde:
Verely sir, twill weare, to please your minde.
Now certainely, this is my lowest price:
Indeed, indeed, I sell not one thing twice:
Now as I liue, I cannot sell it so,
Surely, you will not match it, if you goe:
Take it, and pay as you doe finde it proue.
Nay, at a word, I needes must haue aboue.
If that I lose not twelue-pence in it, than
Assuredly, I am no honest man.
Beleeue him now, though all the rest be lyes:
For, after that the party's gone that buyes,
He comes to's partner, sits him laughing downe,
And sayes, by this hard Foole, I got a crowne.
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