Grac. Five slaine with Sacke! ist possible?
Ser. These eyes are testators.
Scil. Nay, then tis so.
Getica. Sir, you have not heard of a puppie in your travels?
Grac. No indeede, Gentlewoman.
Ser. Five, beleeve me, Sir.
Acu. Five of one, oh devil!
What limme of him but a complete Villaine!
A tongue prophaner then Idolatrie,
His eye a beacon fixed in his place
Discovering illes, but hood-winked unto grace;
His heart a nest of vice kept by the Devill,
His good is none at all, his all is evill.
Enter[297] Hostess.
Hostis. Oh, the father! Gallants, yonders the most hard favourd newes walkes the streetes, seaven men going to their graves, that dyed with drinking and bisseling.[298]
Acut. Good, still, nay then I see the devill has some power over a woman more then a man. Seaven! t'will be more anon.