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The Roaring-boy, and his Punke.
Pvnck I lacke money, how hast thriu'd to day?To morrow I haue layd a plot will pay,
And strap thou shalt haue interrest to boote,
Count me a villaine if I faile to doot.
A pox vpon thee, roaring rogue (quoth she)
When we should get I wonder where you be:
Heere was a city-young-man, by this token,
Search you the purse, a pretty youth well spoken,
And sayes on thursday heele be heere againe,
With him let me alone, I haue his vayne:
But I lack'd you to swagger with a gull,
A gallant that had crownes his pockets full,
A shame light on thee, hadst thou then come in
And curst, and swore thou hadst my husband bin,
The fearefull slaue, would willingly compound,
Rather then in a baudy house be found,
Be heere on monday-night in any case,
I shall haue an Italian then in chase,
Besides a Dutch-man comes to try a Punke
Swagger it brauely then, be soundly drunke.
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