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Scena. 4.

Rosko alone.
Ros.
A Syr, in fayth, the cafe is altred quight,
My mistris late that liued in wretched plight:
Byds care adue and euery cause of woe,
The feare is fled, which made her sorrow so,
Master Phallax so vnder props her fame,
As none for lyfe dare now her lewdnes blame,
I feare (nay hope) she hath bewicht him so,
As haulfe his brybes, vnto her share will goe:
No force for that, who others doth deceyue,
Deserues himselfe, lyke measure to receyue.
Well, leaue I Lamia, for her selfe to pray,
Better then I can showe, who knowes the way:
It stands me on, for my poore selfe to shyfte,
And I haue founde a helpe at a dead lyfte:
My ould friende Grimbals purce, with pence is full,
And if I empty it not, Dalia wull.
The slauering foole, what he can rap and rend,
(He loues her so) vpon the fylth wyll spend:
But bye your leaue, yle barre her of this match,
My net and all is set, the foole to catch.
Forsooth before his amorous sute he moue,
He must be trimd to make her more to loue.
And in good sooth, the world shal hardly fall,
But that he shalbe washt, pould, shau'd and all:
And see the luck, the foole is fast I know,
In that with Rowke he doth so sadly goe.