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In Priscum. 31.

When Priscus, rais'd from low to high estate,
Rode through the street in pompous jollity,
Caius, his poore familiar friend of late,
Bespake him thus: “Sir, now you know not me.’
“'Tis likely friend,” (quoth Priscus) “to be so,
For at this time myselfe I do not know.”