_Hat_. Hence with these dogs! what make they neere this house?
2. He will be eaten with rats too, he looks like a piece of cheese
alreadie.
_Hat_. You Rogues.
_Alf_. Good brother, stay your self from wrath;
Thinke on the Bishop and his odious death.
_Hat_. What odious death, I pray?
_Alf_. Eaten with Rats,
Whilest he was living, for the wrong he did
Unto the poore, the branches of our God.
_Hat_. Tis true, and therefore, call the poore againe.
Come hither, friends, I did forget my selfe.
Pray for me, ther's some silver for thy wants.
2. Now the Lord blesse you and keep your good face[169] from being
Mouse-eaten; wee came thinking wee should have some dole at the Bishops
funerall, but now this shall serve our turne, wee will pray for you
night and day.
_Hat_. Goe to the backe-gate, and you shall have dole.
_Om_. O the Lord save thee.
[_Exeunt Beggers_.
_Hat_. These Beggers pray and curse both in a breath.
Oh wherefore should we fawne upon such curres,
The mice of mankind, and the scorne of earth?
_Alf_.
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