A faire garment,
By my faith, _Ingine_!
By my faith, _Ingine_!
Ben Jonson - The Devil's Association
t: it raui?
hes him forth,
Whither it plea? e, to any a? ? embly'or place,
And would conclude him ruin'd, ? hould hee ? cape
One publike meeting, out of the beliefe
He has of his owne great, and Catholike ? trengths, 35
In arguing, and di? cour? e. It takes, I ? ee:
H'has got the cloak vpon him.
Ingine _hath won_ Fitzdottrel, _to '? ay on the cloake_.
FIT.
A faire garment,
By my faith, _Ingine_!
ING. It was neuer made, Sir,
For three ? core pound, I a? ? ure you: 'Twill yeeld thirty.
The plu? h, Sir, co? t three pound, ten ? hillings a yard! 40
And then the lace, and veluet.
FIT. I ? hall, _Ingine_,
Be look'd at, pretitly, in it! Art thou ? ure
The _Play_ is play'd to day?
Whither it plea? e, to any a? ? embly'or place,
And would conclude him ruin'd, ? hould hee ? cape
One publike meeting, out of the beliefe
He has of his owne great, and Catholike ? trengths, 35
In arguing, and di? cour? e. It takes, I ? ee:
H'has got the cloak vpon him.
Ingine _hath won_ Fitzdottrel, _to '? ay on the cloake_.
FIT.
A faire garment,
By my faith, _Ingine_!
ING. It was neuer made, Sir,
For three ? core pound, I a? ? ure you: 'Twill yeeld thirty.
The plu? h, Sir, co? t three pound, ten ? hillings a yard! 40
And then the lace, and veluet.
FIT. I ? hall, _Ingine_,
Be look'd at, pretitly, in it! Art thou ? ure
The _Play_ is play'd to day?
