ROCHESTER | Son of a whore, God damn you, can you tell |
A peerless peer the readiest way to Hell? | |
I’ve outswilled Bacchus, sworn of my own make | |
Oaths would fright Furies and make Pluto quake. | |
| 5 | I’ve swived more whores more ways than Sodom’s walls |
E’er knew, or the college of Rome’s cardinals. | |
Witness heroic scars, look here, ne’er go, | |
Cerecloths and ulcers from top to toe. | |
Frighted at my own mischiefs I have fled | |
| 10 | And bravely left my life’s defender dead, |
Broke houses to break chastity, and dyed | |
That floor with murder which my lust denied. | |
Pox on’t, why do I speak of these poor things? | |
I have blasphemed my God and libelled kings. | |
| 15 | The readiest way to Hell? Come quick, ne’er stir. |
BOY | The readiest way, my lord, ‘s by Rochester. |