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Epigram.
[VVhat was the cause we two fell out last night?]
VVhat was the cause we two fell out last night?Let's know some reason for it ere we fight,
Though thou regard'st not thy flesh, nor I mine,
Yet let's not be insenc'd by drunken wine.
Speake, prethee speake, who gaue the first distaste?
Wert thou by me, or I by thee disgrac't?
Marry (quoth t'other) as I take it, thus:
There was a Health refus'd by one of vs,
I know not which: but who did stab the chaire
Euen in contempt of her that last sate there?
Which of vs first on Mistris Lute did rayle?
VVho put the salt into the bottle Ale?
And thrust the Candle in the quart of Sack?
VVho call'd Tom Roring-Boy behinde his back?
And broke Snels Pipes, in spite against the wall?
This I remember very perfect all:
But cannot tell which of vs swagger'd so,
And therefore let this scuruy quarrell goe.
Rapier, and Ponyard, shall not haue the day:
Rabbet, and Pullet, they shall end the fray.
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