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Anti.
How dost thou meane a fat marriage?
Dro. Marry sir, she's the Kitchin wench, & al
grease,
and I know not what vse to put her too, but to
make a
Lampe of her, and run from her by her owne light. I
warrant, her ragges and the Tallow in them, will burne
a Poland Winter: If she liues till
doomesday, she'l burne
a weeke longer then the
whole World.