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When outcame the book which the newsmonger took
But now, without lying, you may paint him flying,
And now came the post, save all that was lost;
This made Mr. Case with a pitiful face
Now shut up shops, and spend your last drops 3 For the laws, not your cause, you that loath 'em, Lest Essex should start, and play the second part Of the worshipful Sir John Hotham.
BETWEEN SIR JOHN POOLEY
To thee dear Tom ! myself addressing,
Making efforts with all my puissance;
Kil. Come leave this fooling, Cousin Pooley, 10 And in plain English tell us truly Why under th' eyes you look so bluely?
Tis not your hard words will avail you ; Your Latin and your Greek will fail you, Till you speak plainly what doth ail you.
When young you led a life monastic,
pool. Without more préface or formality, A female of malignant quality Set fire on label of mortality ;
The fæces of which ulceration
Kil. Then, Cousin, (as I guess the matter) 25 You have been an old fornicator, And now are shot 'twixt wind and water.
Your style has such an ill complexion,
You that were once so' econo
onomic, Quitting the thrifty style laconic; Turn prodigal in macaronic.
Yet be of comfort, I shall send-a
Whether it pullen be or shanker,
Or tho' your piss be sharp as razor,
Nor shall you need your silver-quick, Sir ;
But you that are a man of learning,
Once in a pit * you did miscarry ;
Pool. Give me not such disconsolation,
Tho'it may gain the ladies' favour,
and staid behav'our,
And I will rub my máter pia,
60 * Hunting near Paris he and his horse fell into a quarry.
To beav'n ber branches, and to bell her roots.
been lost with innocence, We had not known the sentence nor th' offence. 'Twas his chief punishment to keep in store The sad remembrance what he was before ; And tho' th' offending part felt mortal pain, Th’ immortal part its knowledge did retain. After the flood arts to Chaldea fell; The father of the faithful there did dwell, Who both their parent and instructer was : 15 From thence did learning into Egypt pass.