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Sir And. Nor I [neither].

Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

[Re-enter Maria.]

Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?

Sir And. Or o' mine either?

Sir To. Shall I play my freedom [at] tray-trip, and become

thy bond-slave?

Sir And. I' faith, or I either?

Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that