Vulgar words in The False One (Page 1)
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_Sep._ No, I bought it Of a skulking Scribler for two Ptolomies: But the hints were mine own; the wretch was fearfull: But I have damn'd my self, should it be question'd, That I will own it.
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_Sep._ For whore's I grant you, When they are out of date, till then are safe too, Or all the Gallants of the Court are Eunuchs, And for mine own defence I'le only add this, I'le be admitted for a wanton tale To some most private Cabinets, when your Priest-hood (Though laden with the mysteries of your goddess) Shall wait without unnoted: so I leave you To your pious thoughts.
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Let People talk as they please of my rudeness, And shun me for my deed; bring but this to 'em, (Let me be damn'd for blood) yet still I am honourable, This God creates new tongues, and new affections; And though I had kill'd my Father, give me Gold I'll make men swear I have done a pious Sacrifice; Now I will out-brave all; make all my Servants, And my brave deed shall be writ in Wine, for vertuous.
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_Sce._ She is a witch sure, And works upon him with some damn'd inchantment.
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_Sce._ 'Twas my blind fortune, My Souldiers told me, by the weight 'twas wicked: Would I had carried _Milo's_ Bull a furlong, When I brought in this Cow-Calf: he has advanced me From an old Souldier, to a bawd of memory: O, that the Sons of _Pompey_ were behind him, The honour'd _Cato_, and fierce _Juba_ with 'em, That they might whip him from his whore, and rowze him: That their fierce Trumpets, from his wanton trances, Might shake him like an Earth-quake.
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_Cleo._ Take this, And carry it to that Lordly _Cæsar_ sent thee: There's a new Love, a handsom one, a rich one: One that will hug his mind: bid him make love to it: Tell the ambitious Broker, this will suffer-- _Enter Cæsar._ _Ap._ He enters.
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_2 Sold._ Hang not an arse.
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The greatest daring to a man dishonest, Is but a Bastard Courage, ever fainting.