Wit Without Money - The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher by Francis Beaumont
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_Wid._ Because they are monstrous foolish, and know not how to use that should try me. _Val._ I was never answered thus; were you never drunk Lady? _Wid._ No sure, not drunk, Sir; yet I love good Wine, as I love health and joy of heart, but temperately, why do you ask that question? _Val._ For that sin that they most charge you with, is this sin's servant, they say you are monstrous-- _Wid._ What, Sir, what? _Pal._ Most strangely. _Wid._ It has a name sure? _Pal._ Infinitely lustful, without all bounds, they swear you kill'd your Husband. _Wid._ Let us have it all for Heavens sake, 'tis good mirth, Sir. _Val._ They say you will have four now, and those four stuck in four quarters, like four winds to cool you: will she not cry nor curse? _Wid._ On with your story. _Val._ And that you are forcing out of dispensations with sums of money to that purpose. |
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