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Show P Q Y08, aryy B e, o Pfamifetg mens 3 L o l amnaetri;nt: h \ t;arl oL L Fourb, \What Religion am I of; Sir ? Sir your humble Servan Sir Da, Truly -a good Confcience is a great happinefs fi"'df you, hemph, hemph, | but fhan't the Dog be Mur ered thi NAghtFou rb. My Brother Rogue is gone by this time to f| et him, an bufinefs fhall be done e fectuallIyl warrant you, here's reft hisfoul S# Da. With all my heart Faith, I hate to be uncharitable I';'nter Courtine, 4nd Drawer ; tand Bloog .ka ter fo, and ¢ him, tisT L0y hanwidths 0¢'re thou art, t d in- Necropa ven his Soul to t nd get - rid of hin with you Sir, b red pound, here,k ur good natur oac yif th ( hough felvg 4 fa wor a | Conf( gt B D. R7 The Souldiers Fortune ra - ?s'\ \ N e Rt o Cour. Look you 'tis a very impuden thin not to be drunk by thi time, fhall Rogues ftay in Taverns to fip Pints and be Sober, whe honeft Gentlemen are drunk by Gallons?I'1l have nome on't Sir Da, Oh Lord, who's there [S22s up in bis Chaiy Drawer.' 1 befeech your Honour, our houfe will be utterly ruin'd b this means - Cour, Damn your houfe, your Wife and Children, and all-you Family, youDog Bean; Sir, who are you _ [7o Sir David Str Da. Whoam I Sir ? what's that to you Sir ? will you tickle m Foot you Rogue Conr, I'll tickle your Guts, you Paultroon, prefently Sir Da. Tickle my Guts you Mad-Cap. Pl tickle your Toby i - you do Cour. What with that circumcis'd Band ? That grave hypocritica IB{eard., of the: Reformation Cut? Old Fellow, 1 believe you are ogue Sir Da, Sitrah you are a Whore, an errant Bitch-Whore, 1'1l uf - youlike a V Vhore, Il kifs you, you Jade, I'll Ravifh you, you Buttuck I am a Juftice of the Peace, Sirrah, and that's worfe Court. Dam you, Sir, I care not if you were a Conftable and all hi W t h w a f c R g a y u e h n f F l ows to Prifon, an countenance Whores in your Jurifdiction for bribery, you Mongrel - V'll beat you, Sirrah, I'1l brajn you,I'll murder you,you Moon- Calf LT hrows the Chairs after bim Sir Da, Sir, Sir, Sir, Conftable, ‘"Watch, ftokes, ftokes, ftokes clean.sh data import.tsv out README murde FE Conr. Huzza, Beangard [ Enter Beaugard, Sir Jolly Fourb. Well Sir, the bufinefs is done, we have bargain'd to Murde you Bean. Murder'd ! who's to be murder'd, ha, Fourbin Sir. Jol. You are to be murder'd, Friend, you fhall be murder' Friend Bean. But how am I to be murder'd ? Who's to murder me, 1 be{eech you £our.. Your humble Servant, Fourbin, I anythe man with your worfhips leave. Sir David has given me this Gold to do it handfomely, Bean |