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Loves Labour Lost by William Shakespeare
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or for thy more sweet understanding a woman: him, I (as my
euer esteemed dutie prickes me on) haue sent to thee, to receiue
the meed of punishment by the sweet Graces Officer Anthony
Dull, a man of good repute, carriage, bearing, & estimation

Anth. Me, an't shall please you? I am Anthony Dull

Ferd. For Iaquenetta (so is the weaker vessell called)
which I apprehended with the aforesaid Swaine, I keepe her
as a vessell of thy Lawes furie, and shall at the least of thy
sweet notice, bring her to triall. Thine in all complements of
deuoted and heart-burning heat of dutie.
Don Adriana de Armado

Ber. This is not so well as I looked for, but the best
that euer I heard

Fer. I the best, for the worst. But sirra, What say you
to this?
Clo. Sir I confesse the Wench

Fer. Did you heare the Proclamation?
Clo. I doe confesse much of the hearing it, but little
of the marking of it

Fer. It was proclaimed a yeeres imprisonment to bee
taken with a Wench

Clow. I was taken with none sir, I was taken with a
Damosell
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