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Sir, I doe not loue to double with a womā if my friend, much lesse with you my most vpright & straight Connt, my yong Lord (as I told you) is turnd absolute prodigall.
How prodigall?
Marry thus prodigall, to frequent ordina∣ries is his ordinarie practise, rubs out whole weekes together in bowling. Allyes, bandies away his pocket full of French-Crownes in a morning, and counts it a prettie sport to procure heate.
Thinke as you will sir, there's not a tricke vsde in the towne that deserues damnation, but hee desires to deale in't, tis pitty a was not made a trades∣man, he loves to follow his occupation a life, & that which makes him doubt most, he is in loue with the Indian punck Tobacco.
Punke! how the foole that doth not know it slaunders a leafe, nick-names a stranger herb.
No herb a grace I hope sir.
I thinke none a the name lout's it,