That never mean to part.
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[Per.] [I'll swear] for'em.
Pol. This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever
Ran on the [green-sward]: nothing she does or [seems]
But smacks of something greater than herself,
Too noble for this place.
Cam. He tells her something
That [makes] her blood [look out:] good sooth, she is
The queen of curds and cream.