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Gone already?—Sure this Fellow's some Kidnap∣per by his want o'Pity. But why stand I here i' this woful Pickle? I'll enter the Temple, and sleep out this Debauch, that went so damnably against my Stomach. Old Neptune put upon us with his Water, as tho' it
had been Wine o'the best; and thought t'ha' split our Paunches with Salt Cups. In short, had he proceeded in his Entertainment, he might ha' laid us asleep; how∣ever, he has sent us home staggering.—Now I'll go see what the Merchant, my Pot-Companion, is doing of.