thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as

many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the

sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set

'em down: [go, about] it. Let there be gall enough in thy

ink, though thou [write] with a goose-pen, no matter:

about it.

Sir And. Where shall I find you?

Sir To. We'll call [thee] at the cubiculo: go. [Exit Sir Andrew.

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Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, Sir Toby.