 | The knave of Clubbs |  |
A Cuckolde.
Two rayling creatures fell at strife,and such a clamour made,
That people passing by, stood still,
To hearken what they saide.
Demanding of the rout:
I pray (quoth she) what is the cause,
Of all this falling out?
One presently made answere thus,
You are a whore (quoth he)
Thou art an arrand scuruy knaue,
and rascall rogue (said she)
Why thus (quoth he) these two fell out
The quarrell that they haue,
Began at first as we doe now,
With calling whore and knaue.
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