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_Lop_.
Remember your Parish, Neighbour.
_Die_.
You speak truly,
I do remember it, a lewd vile Parish,
And pray it may be mended: To the poor of it,
(Which is to all the Parish) I give nothing,
For nothing, unto nothing, is most natural,
Yet leave as much space, as will build an Hospital,
Their Children may pray for me.
_Bar_.
What do you give to it?
_Die_.
Set down two thousand Duckets.
_Bar_.
'Tis a good gift,
And will be long remembred.
_Die_.
To your worship,
(Because you must take pains to see all finish'd)
I give two thousand more, it may be three, Sir,
A poor gratuity for your pains-taking.
_Bar_.
These are large sums.
_Lop_.
Nothing to him that has 'em.
_Die_.
To my old Master Vicar, I give five hundred,
(Five hundred and five hundred are too few, Sir)
But there be more to serve.
_Bar_.
This fellow coins sure.
_Die_.
Give me some more drink.
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