The Fatal Dowry
Sirra, you that prate [105]

Thus sawcily, what are you?

Rom. Why Ile tell you, Thou purple-colour’d man, I am one to whom Thou owest the meanes thou hast of sitting there A corrupt Elder. 

Why Ile tell you,

Thou purple-colour’d man, I am one to whom

Thou owest the meanes thou hast of sitting there

A corrupt Elder.

Charmi. Forbeare. 

Forbeare.

Rom. The nose thou wearst, is my gift, and those eyes [110] That meete no obiect so base as their Master, Had bin, long since, torne from that guiltie head, And thou thy selfe slaue to some needy Swisse, Had I not worne a sword, and vs’d it better Then in thy prayers thou ere didst thy tongue. [115] 

The nose thou wearst, is my gift, and those eyes [110]

That meete no obiect so base as their Master,

Had bin, long since, torne from that guiltie head,

And thou thy selfe slaue to some needy Swisse,

Had I not worne a sword, and vs’d it better

Then in thy prayers thou ere didst thy tongue. [115]

Nou. Se. Shall such an Insolence passe vnpunisht? 

Shall such an Insolence passe vnpunisht?

Charmi. Heere mee. 

Heere mee.


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