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In Furiosum.
Pray you giue place to Furiosus there,Whose irefull looks presage that he will sweare,
Or he that will not lend him halfe his wealth:
Let him but see that man will say his spright
Shall equall his, heele kill him by that light:
But where are these huge words & blowes so darted?
Faith in a Tauerne where he may be parted.
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