Excerpt: ... seek some Mistris that a horse may marry, And keep her company, she is too good for ye. Exit. Sep. Marry this goes near; now I perceive I am hatefull, When this light stuff can distinguish, it grows dangerous, For mony, seldom they refuse a Leper: But sure I am more odious, more diseas''d too: Enter three lame Souldiers. It sits cold here; what are these? three poor Souldiers? Both poor and lame: their misery may make ''em A little look upon me, and adore me, If these will k..