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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