In which the merchant wails his bankrupt debtor.
Your name approves you made for such like things,
The number two no good divining brings.
Angry, I pray that rotten age you racks,
And sluttish white-mould overgrow the wax.30
FOOTNOTES:
[201] Not in Isham copy or ed. A.
[202] "Volturis in ramis et strigis ova tulit."
[203] Old eds. "thy."