Of what sexe are you that you call me so?
I have bene father of a doughter once,
Though not these many yeares blest with her sight,
But of a soone yet never.
_Raphael_. What you have lost
May you in som most fayer and fortunate hower
Againe find to your comfort.
_Ashburne_. You wishe well.
_Raphael_. Sawe you not bowte this villadge late last night,
Or early now i'th morninge, a short fellowe
Thin heyred, flat nosed, sand-bearded and squint eyde?
_Clowne_. The mapp of misfortune and very picture of ill luck.
_Raphael_. Grosse-wasted, gowty-legg'd.
_Clowne_. Whose face is puft up like a bladder and whose belly
lyke a toonne.
_Raphael_. Owld, graye and hoary.
_Clowne_. And withall cheatinge, cousininge, and crafty; a remarkable
raskall, a damnable deceiver, and a most substantiall cinner.
_Ashburne_. By such I have much suffred in my state,
Opprest almost to utmost penury
In my once better fortune; but so late
I sawe not any such.
_Raphael_. Hee was expected
To bee attended by too [_sic_] handsome gurles,
Boathe younge, boathe fayre, but th'one unparreld [_sic_];
Neather of which by computation
Hathe told so hye as twenty.
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