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A quarrell well answered.
Pray you diswade me not, you do me wrongThus to detaine me from reuenge so long:
Throwe water in my shooes and runne away,
Grosse iniurie, firrha come forth I say.
Wilt thou come forth, doe and here I sweare,
For this abuse ile giue thee a box athe eare:
Thanks quoth the fellow, but be it knowen to you,
Ile not come forth if you would giue me two.
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