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Signa super sunt.
Priscus giues out he hence to Prague is gone,Vpon a wager of aduentrous chance:
But Priscus lurkes (more shame to think vpon)
With Kate his old comrague in Petty France:
Yet of his trauels meanes at large relate,
At least is sure to bring certificate.
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