borachio

Offence? As I'm a Perſon, I'm aſhamed of you—Fogh! how you ſtink of Wine! Dee think my Niece will ever endure ſuch a Borachio! you'r an abſolute Borachio.

Meer. Yes, / But by my way of dressing, you must know, sir, / And med'cining the leather to a height / Of improved ware, like your borachio / Of Spain, sir, I can fetch nine thousand for't