That thou with license of free foot hast caught,
Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world.
070 Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
[073] Till that the weary very means do ebb?
What woman in the city do I name,
075 When that I say the city-woman bears
The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders?
Who can come in and say that I mean her,