Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.
Mal. 'One Sir Andrew,'—
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Sir And. I knew 'twas I; for many do call me fool.
Mal. What [employment] have we here? [[Taking] up the letter.
Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin.
Sir To. O, peace! [and] the spirit of humours intimate
reading aloud to him!
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Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be her