Has got her out, and now he has made an end on't.
Lop.
See where the Sea comes? how it foams, and brustles?
The great Leviathan o'th' Law, how it tumbles?
Bar.
Made every way an Ass? abus'd on all sides?
And from all quarters, people come to laugh at me?
Rise like a Comet, to be wonder'd at?
A horrid Comet, for Boys tongues, and Ballads?
I will run from my wits.