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Scene 5.
Enter a Courtier.1 Cour.
This was three shillings yesterday, how now!
All gone but this? six pence, for leather soles
To my new greene silke stockings, and a groate
My ordinary in Pompions bak'd with Onions.
Per.
Doe such eate Pompions?
Doct.
Yes: and Clownes Musk-Mellons.
1 Cour.
Three pence I lost at Nyne-pines; but I got
Six tokens towards that at Pigeon holes—
'S nayles wheres the rest; is my poake bottome broake?
2 Cour.
What Iacke! A pox oretake thee not; how dost?
kicke.
1 Cour.
What with a vengeance aylst? dost thinke my breech
Is made of Bell-mettall? take that.
Box o'th eare.
2 Cour.
In earnest?
1 Cour.
Yes till more comes.
Pox rot your hold, let goe my locke, doe thinke
Y'are currying of your Fathers horse againe?
1 Cour.
Ile teach you to abuse a man behind,
They buffet.
Was troubled too much afore.
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