Part of Poore (transcription)

Fol. 21r
	Actus Imus Scæna Ia.
	Poore.
Welcome thou instrument of liberty        offreth to stab himselfe
Sly	Hold hold
Poore:	It is a most vnthankfull office;
	To save a man vnwilling is to murder.
	What hath this world of myne that I should covet
	Longer to stay wth it? nor have you reason
	Thus to detaine mee, I must greiving say it
	Through mee you want what might have well sustaind you
	And your last store scarce panteth nourishment
	Vnto your selfe and sister.
Sly	How truely rich
	Though having nothing, for contemning all?
Poore.	True very wise, nay rich, if hee could gett
	Even wth his best indeauour nourishment:
	But that now wants whose rich hees only wise
	T'is the receaved opinion, and what arts
	Are meanly shrouded in a thred bare coate
	Want theire due forme, thats a privation of it.
	The worst of ills that is in misery
	Is that it gives a man contemptible
	Makes him a scoffe to every painted asse
	Wch beares a golden image, every slave
	Wch came into this Cytty wth bare feete
	And since hath heap'd vp by mechanicke basenes
	Abundant riches will contem the state
	That nature brought him to and no more pitty it,
	Then wisedome will a snake pin'd wth much cold
Sly:	you much erre
Poore.	No it is sacred truth, there is not one
	Who hath not circled wth a triple brasse
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