Tay. How?
Mer. I’ll tell you more, anon.
Fit. Gi me ſome garlicke, garlicke, garlicke, garlicke.
He beginnes his fit.
Mer. Harke the poore Gentleman, how he is tormented! 25
Fit. My wife is a whore, I’ll kiſſe her no more: and why? Ma’ſt not thou be a Cuckold, as well as I? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, &c.
Pov. That is the Diuell ſpeakes, and laughes in him.
The Iuſtice interpret all:
Mer. Do you thinke ſo, Sr.
Pov. I diſcharge my conſcience. 30