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I could now be as melancholy as an old scabbie Mastiff, or the Lions in the Tower: 'twere a good humour to repent. Well, Ca∣ptain, something must be done, unless a man could get true gems by drinking, or, like a mouse in a cheese, enlarge his house-room by eating. Four hundred pound a yeer ca∣shier'd? Four hundred, by this light, Ca∣ptain. All my comfort is, that now the usu∣rer's damn'd; and now that niggardly three score and ten wither'd chap-faln Pu∣ritanical thing, his wife, refuses to marry me: I would see her burnt for an old witch before I'd take her for a wife, if she had not Agues, Squinancies, Gouts, Cramps, Pal∣sies, Apoplexies, and two dozen of diseases more then S. Thomas Hospital; and if she live long with all these, I'm sure she'll kill me quickly. But let her be damn'd with her husband: Bring some drink, boy; I'm soxt, by this light, with drinking nothing yet.