No indeede, Gentlewoman.
_Ser_. Five, beleeve me, Sir.
_Acu_. Five of one, oh devil!
What limme of him but a complete Villaine!
A tongue prophaner then Idolatrie,
His eye a beacon fixed in his place
Discovering illes, but hood-winked unto grace;
His heart a nest of vice kept by the Devill,
His good is none at all, his all is evill.
_Enter_[297] _Hostess_.
_Hostis_. Oh, the father! Gallants, yonders the most hard favourd newes
walkes the streetes, seaven men going to their graves, that dyed with
drinking and bisseling.[298]
_Acut_. Good, still, nay then I see the devill has some power over a
woman more then a man. Seaven! t'will be more anon.
_Get_. Now I beseech _Bacchus_ my puppie has not overseene[299] himself.
_Scil_. This is verie strange.
_Hostis_. And as true a report, I assure you.
_Enter City-Wife_[300]
_Cittie wife_. Out alas, where's my Gosip? Oh woman! have you not heard
the newes?
_Hostis_. Yes, I have heard on't.
_Cittie wife_. Oh, woman, did your child's child ever see the like? nine
men to bee buried too day, that drunk healthes last night.
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