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Harry, I doe not onely maruell where thou spendest thy
Falst. the Camomile, the more it is troden, the faster it growes;
Falst. yet Youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it weares.
Falst. partly my Opinion; but chiefely, a villanous tricke of
Falst. thine Eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether Lippe, that
Falst. doth warrant me. If then thou be Sonne to mee, heere I
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