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Whoremonger.

Now Caualiero you haue bene at Paules,
At forenoones sermō? whether walke you now
To Lincolnes Inne, the Temple, or the Rowles,
And so to Moore gate to the Golden plowgh?
In the after no one youle walke a turne or two,
About Moore-field the grounds all leueld new.
The winds too high, the dust flies in your eyes,
Tis paultrie walking there till th'elmes be growne:
A better place then that you can deuise,
Towards the Curtaine then you must be gon,
The garden alleyes paled on either side,
Ift be too narrow, walking there you slide.
Into a house among a bawdy crew,
Of damned whores; I theres your whole delight:
Let purse and time goe which way twill for you,
Busse me sweet roge till moneys all gone quite.
Then curse and sweare how shall we doe for more,
At baudy house they goe not on the score.
Then to high waye or other pillfring course,
You doe be-take your selfe to be maintaind:
Picking of locks or ells to stealing horse,
After y'ar taken then you must be hangd,
Vntrusse you rascall, quick, dispatch and strip you,
For these your baudy tricks Ile soundly whip you.