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Fye, nay, prithee John, do not quarrel man, let's be merry and drink about. You're a Rogue, you've cheated me, I'll prove before this Company, I caren't a Farthing Sir for all you are so stout. Sir you lye, I scorn your word, or any man that wears a sword, for all you huff who cares a T—d, or who cares for you.
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