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Counterfayte Captaine.
You Captine mouse-trap, growne a desperat stabber
You that will put your Poniard in mens guts:
You that last Voyage, were no more but swabber,
Yet you cracke Blades as men cracke Hasel-nuts,
You that try all your manhood with a Puncke,
And fight most brauely when you are most drunke:
You that will put your Poniard in mens guts:
You that last Voyage, were no more but swabber,
Yet you cracke Blades as men cracke Hasel-nuts,
You that try all your manhood with a Puncke,
And fight most brauely when you are most drunke:
You that protest the Feather in your Hat,
came from a Countesse Fanne by way of fauour:
Your Rapier, why the great Turke gaue you that
For mightie monst'rous Marshal-like behauiour.
You that weare Scarfs and Gart'rings for your hose,
Made all of Ancients, taken from your foes.
came from a Countesse Fanne by way of fauour:
Your Rapier, why the great Turke gaue you that
For mightie monst'rous Marshal-like behauiour.
You that weare Scarfs and Gart'rings for your hose,
Made all of Ancients, taken from your foes.
Ile Stab yee.
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