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Actus Quintus.
Enter Epidophorus and Clowne.
Epi. Have any Christian soule broke from my Iayle This night, and gone i'the dark to find out heaven? Are any of my hated prisoners dead?
Clown. Dead? yes; and five more come into the world instead of one. These Christians are like Artichoaks of Jerusalam; they over-runne any ground they grow in.
Epi. Are they so fruitfull?
Clown. Fruitfull! a Hee Christian told me that amongst them the young fellowes are such Earing rioted[173] Rascals that they will runne into the parke of Matrimony at sixteene; are Bucks of the first head at eighteenes and by twenty carry in some places their hornes on their backs.
Epi. On their backs? What kind of Christians are they?
Clown. Marry, these are Christian Butchers, who when their Oxen are flead throw their skinnes on their shoulders.
Epi. I thought they had beene Cuckolds.