The London Prodigal (Folio 3, 1664)
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Enter Sir Arthur and Luce.
¶Luce. Sir, as I am a maid, I do affect you above any
¶Suter that I have, although that Souldiers scarce know
¶how to love.
595Arth. I am a Souldier, and a Gentleman,
¶Knows what belongs to War, what to a Lady:
¶What woman loves me, I am her faithfull Knight.
¶Luce. I neither doubt your valour, nor your love, but
¶him they never think upon, goes swaggering up and down
¶Of them there be many which you have spoke of,
605That bare the name and shape of Souldiers,
¶That hant your Taverns, and your ordinaries,
¶To uphold the brutish humor of their minds,
610Being marked down, for the bondmen of despair:
¶Their mirth begins in wine, but ends in bloud,
¶Their drink is clear, but their conceits are mud.
¶If I may choose, I'le be a Souldiers wife.
