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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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