Nur. Lord, when 'twas a little prating thing. O there is a No
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ble man in Towne one Paris, that would faine lay knife a
Nur. board: but she good soule had as leeue a see Toade, a very
Nur. Toade as see him: I anger her sometimes, and tell her that
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Paris is the properer man, but Ile warrant you, when I say
Nur. so, shee lookes as pale as any clout in the versall world.
Nur. I know it begins with some other letter, and she hath the
Nur. prettiest sententious of it, of you and Rosemary, that it