than you'ld think, sister.
Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think.
Enter Autolycus, singing.
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Lawn as white as driven snow;
[Cypress] black as e'er was crow;
Gloves as sweet as damask roses;
Masks for faces and for noses;
[Bugle bracelet], necklace amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber;