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Wit Without Money - The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher by Francis Beaumont
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_Val._ No hang 'em, hang 'em.

_Fran._ Nor will you not be seen by 'em?

_Val._ Let 'em alone _Frank_, I'le make 'em their own justice,
and a jerker.

_Fran._ Such base discourteous Dog-whelps.

_Val._ I shall dog 'em, and double dog 'em, ere I have done.

_Fran._ Will you go with me, for I would fain find out this piece
of bountie, it was the Widows man, that I am certain of.

_Val._ To what end would you go?

_Fran._ To give thanks.

_Val._ Hang giving thanks, hast not thou parts deserve it? it
includes a further will to be beholding, beggars can do no more at door,
if you will go, there lies your way.

_Fran._ I hope you will go.

_Val._ No not in ceremony, and to a woman, with mine own Father,
were he living _Frank_; I would toth' Court with Bears first, if it
be that wench, I think it is, for t'other's wiser, I would not be so
lookt upon, and laught at, so made a ladder for her wit, to climb upon,
for 'tis the tartest tit in Christendom, I know her well _Frank_,
and have buckled with her, so lickt, and stroaked, flear'd upon, and
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