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Mal. uery one of these Letters are in my name. Soft, here fol
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lowes prose: If this fall into thy hand, reuolue. In my stars
Mal. ure thy selfe to what thou art like to be:cast thy humble
Mal. state; put thy selfe into the tricke of singularitie. Shee