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Nou. You are tyr’d
With your graue exhortations, Collonell.
Lilad. How is it? Fayth, your Lordship may doe well, [320]
To helpe him to some Church-preferment: ’tis
Now the fashion, for men of all conditions,
How euer they haue liu’d; to end that way.
Aym. That face would doe well in a surplesse.
Rom. Rogues,
Be silent—or—
Pont. S’death will you suffer this? [325]
Rom. And you, the master Rogue, the coward rascall,
I shall be with you suddenly.
Nou. Pontallier,
If I should strike him, I know I shall kill him:
And therefore I would haue thee beate him, for
Hee’s good for nothing else.
Lilad. His backe [330]
Appeares to me, as it would tire a Beadle,
And then he has a knotted brow, would bruise
A courtlike hand to touch it.
Aym. Hee lookes like
A Curryer when his hides grown deare.