Loves Labour Lost by William Shakespeare
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Boy. You may doe it in an houre sir Brag. Impossible Boy. How many is one thrice told? Bra. I am ill at reckning, it fits the spirit of a Tapster Boy. You are a gentleman and a gamester sir Brag. I confesse both, they are both the varnish of a compleat man Boy. Then I am sure you know how much the grosse summe of deus-ace amounts to Brag. It doth amount to one more then two Boy. Which the base vulgar call three Br. True Boy. Why sir is this such a peece of study? Now here's three studied, ere you'll thrice wink, & how easie it is to put yeres to the word three, and study three yeeres in two words, the dancing horse will tell you Brag. A most fine Figure Boy. To proue you a Cypher |
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