tate
Ouer vnto you: a trifle, a thing of nothing,
Some
eighteene
hundred.
Ben Jonson - The Devil's Association
uit to you; and afore-hand,
I doe be?peake you; you mu?t not deny me,
I will be graunted.
WIT. Sir, I mu?t know it, though.
FIT. No _Lady_; you mu?t not know it: yet, you mu?t too.
For the tru?t of it, and the fame indeed, 5
Which el?e were lo?t me. I would vfe your name,
But in a _Feoffment_: make my whole e?
tate
Ouer vnto you: a trifle, a thing of nothing,
Some
eighteene
hundred.
WIT. Alas! I vnder?tand not
Tho?e things Sir. I am a woman, and mo?t loath, 10
To embarque my ?elfe--
FIT. You will not ?light me, _Madame_?
WIT. Nor you'll not quarrell me?
FIT. No, ?weet _Madame_, I haue
Already a _dependance_; for which cau?
