First Line: WHY DROOPST THOU, TREFEILD? WILL HURST THE BANKER Last Line: THEY'RE ALL GROWN SO POCKY AND SO ROTTEN. Subject(s): GRIEF;
@3Why droopst thou, Trefeild? will Hurst the banker Make dice of thy bones? by heav'n he cannot. Cannot? What's the reason? I'll declare it, They're all grown so pocky and so rotten.@1
