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Verbum, summis.
Young Lelio left but sixpence in aduance,That was to feast it at the Golden Fleece:
Comes to the Bar with brauing countenance,
Saying, Sirra Drawer, canst thou change a peece?
Or—since for siluer we are not so strong,
Scor't vp: Ile send it by my man-Tom Long.
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