Prin. ne're looke on me: thou art violently carryed away from
Prin. Grace: there is a Deuill haunts thee, in the likenesse of a
Prin. Boulting‑Hutch of Beastlinesse, that swolne Parcell of
Prin. Dropsies, that huge Bombard of Sacke, that stuft Cloake
Prin. Pudding in his Belly, that reuerend Vice, that grey Ini
Prin. quitie, that Father Ruffian, that Vanitie in yeeres? where
Prin. in is he good, but to taste Sacke, and drinke it? wherein