Chapter 33

_Enter_ TENACITY.

TEN. Well, since che see there is none other boot, Chill now take pains to go the rest afoot; For Brock mine ass is saddle-pinch'd vull sore, And so am I even here--chill say no more. But yet I must my business well apply, For which ich came, that is, to get money. Chwas told that this is Lady Vortune's place: Chill go boldly to her, that's a vlat case; Vor, if che speed not now at this first glance, Cham zure to be dash'd quite out of countenance By certain lusty gallon lads hereby, Seeking Vortune's favour as well as I. O, knew I where to find Mast. Fanity, Vortune's servant! Of mine honesty, Look where he comes in time as fine and trim, As if che held him all this while by the chin.