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 Dol.Will you be Your own destructions, gentlemen?

Face.Still spew'd out For lying too heavy on the basket.

Sub.Cheater!

Face.Bawd!

Sub.Cow-herd!

Face.Conjurer!

Sub.Cut-purse!

Face.Witch!

Dol.O me! We are ruin'd, lost! have you no more regard To your reputations? where's your judgment? 'slight, Have yet some care of me, of your republic—

Face.Away, this brach! I'll bring thee, rogue, within The statute of sorcery, tricesimo tertio Of Harry the Eighth: ay, and perhaps thy neck Within a noose, for laundring gold and barbing it.