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 Dol.Will you undo yourselves with civil war?

Sub.Never been known, past equi clibanum, The heat of horse-dung, under ground, in cellars, Or an ale-house darker than deaf John's; been lost To all mankind, but laundresses and tapsters, Had not I been.

Dol.Do you know who hears you, sovereign?

Face.Sirrah

Dol.Nay, general, I thought you were civil.

Face.I shall turn desperate, if you grow thus loud.

Sub.And hang thyself, I care not.

Face.Hang thee, collier, And all thy pots, and pans, in picture, I will, Since thou hast moved me

Dol.O, this will o'erthrow all.

Face.Write thee up bawd in Paul's, have all thy tricks Of cozening with a hollow cole, dust, scrapings, Searching for things lost, with a sieve and sheers,