SCENE 8.
Trincalo
drunk, but something recovered.
Welcome old trusty Trincalo, good Farmer welcome!
give me thy hand, we must not part hereafter. Fie, what
a trouble tis to be out of a mans self! If Gentlemen have no pleasure
but what I felt to day; a team of horses shall not drag me out
of my profession. There's nothing amongst them but borrowing,
compounding for half their debts, and have their purse cut for the
rest, coozned by whores, frighted with husbands, washt in wet
hogsheads, cheated of their cloaths, and falling in cellars for conclusion.
