Cutter of Coleman-street.
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Wor.Once indeed he was very low for almost a twelve-month, and had neither mony enough to hire a Barber, nor buy Sizars, and then he wore a Beard (he said) for King Charls; he's now in pretty good cloathes, but would you saw the furniture of his Chamber! marry half a Chair, an Earthen Chamberpot without an Ear, and the bottom of an Ink-horn for a Candle-stick, the rest is broken foul Tobacco-pipes, and a dozen o' Gally-pots with Sawfe in 'em.
Cut.Was there ever such a cursed Villain!
Wor.H'as been a known Cheat about the Town these twenty years.
Luc.What does my Uncle mean to keep him company, if he be such a one?
Wor.Why he's infatuated, I think! I ha' warn'd him on't a thousand times; he has some wit (to give the devil his due) and that 'tis makes us endure him, but however I'd advise your Uncle to be a a little more cautious how he talks before him o' State matters, for he's shrewdly wrong'd if he be n't Cromwel's Agent for all the Taverns between Kings-street and the Devil at Temple-bar, indeed he's a kind o' Resident in 'em.
Cut.Flesh and blood can bear no longer——— Worm, you'r a stinking, lying, perjur'd, damn'd Villain; and if I do not bring you, Madam, his Nose and both his Ears, and lay 'em at your feet here before night, may the Pillory and the Pox take mine▪ till then, suspend your judgment.
[Exit Cutter.
[Exit Cutter.
Luc.Nay, you'r both even; just such an excellent Character did he bestow on you; Why, thou vile Wretch,
Go to the Stews, the Gaol, and there make love,
Thou'lt find none there but such as will scorn thee!
Go to the Stews, the Gaol, and there make love,
Thou'lt find none there but such as will scorn thee!
[Exit.Wor.Why here's brave work i'faith! I ha' carri'd it swimmingly, I'le e'en go steal away and drink a dozen before I venture to think one thought o' the business.
Luc.Go cursed race, which stick your loathsome crimes
Upon the Honorable Cause and Party;
And to the Noble Loyal Sufferers,
A worser suffering add of Hate and Infamy.
Go to the Robbers and the Parricides,
And fix your Spots upon their Painted Vizards,
Not on the Native face of Innocence,
'Tis you retard that Industry by which
Upon the Honorable Cause and Party;
And to the Noble Loyal Sufferers,
A worser suffering add of Hate and Infamy.
Go to the Robbers and the Parricides,
And fix your Spots upon their Painted Vizards,
Not on the Native face of Innocence,
'Tis you retard that Industry by which
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