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I cannot viſit Hide-Park every day, / And with a Hackney court my time away; / I cannot ſpaniolize it week by week, / Or wait a moneth to kiſſe your hand or cheek; / If when you’r lov’d, you cannot love again, / Why, doe but ſay ſo, I am out of pain.

Offence? As I’m a Perſon, I’m aſhamed of you⸺Fogh! how you ſtink of Wine! Dee think my Niece will ever endure ſuch a Borachio! you’r an abſolute Borachio.

Now Sʳ. You’r a compleat Macaroni.