Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens,
"Tis just the fashion; wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
Thus most invectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of this our life; swearing that we
Are mere ufurpers, tyrants, and what's worfe,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up
In their alligned and native dwelling-place.

templation ? . . . 2 Lord. We did, my Lord, weeping and comUpon the sobbing deer 'ci.. (menting

Duke Sen. Show me the place :
I love to cope him in these lullen fitsy
For then he's full of matter.

2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. [Exeunt.