Mal. Do you know what you say?
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Mar. La you, [an] you speak ill of the devil, how he
takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!
Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman.
Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning,
if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll
say.
Mal. How now, mistress!
Mar. O Lord!