Con. giddie with the fashion too that thou hast shifted out of
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name of Hero, she leanes me out at her mistris chamber‑
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Bor. this tale vildly. I should first tell thee how the Prince
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Claudio and my Master planted, and placed, and possessed
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by my Master Don Iohn, saw a far off in the Orchard this
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And thought thy MargaretHero?
Bor. his oathes, which first possest them, partly by the darke
Bor. night which did deceiue them, but chiefely, by my villa
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made, away Claudio enraged, swore hee