Nor is that cruelty. 1 Cred. I haue a sonne, That talkes of nothing but of Gunnes and Armors, And sweares hee’ll be a soldier, tis an humor I would diuert him from, and I am told [125] That if I minister to him in his drinke Powder, made of this banquerout Marshalls bones, Provided that the carcase rot aboue ground ’Twill cure his foolish frensie. I haue a sonne, That talkes of nothing but of Gunnes and Armors, And sweares hee’ll be a soldier, tis an humor I would diuert him from, and I am told [125] That if I minister to him in his drinke Powder, made of this banquerout Marshalls bones, Provided that the carcase rot aboue ground ’Twill cure his foolish frensie. Nou. You shew in it A fathers care. I haue a sonne my selfe, [130] A fashionable Gentleman and a peacefull: And but I am assur’d he’s not so giuen, He should take of it too, Sir what are you? You shew in it A fathers care. I haue a sonne my selfe, [130] A fashionable Gentleman and a peacefull: And but I am assur’d he’s not so giuen, He should take of it too, Sir what are you? Char. A Gentleman. A Gentleman. Nou. So are many that rake dunghills. If you haue any suit, moue it in Court. [135] I take no papers in corners. So are many that rake dunghills.
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