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Scene I.
Tub. Pol-marten.Tub.
I pray thee good Pol-marten, shew thy diligence,
And faith in both: Get her, but so disguis'd,
The Chanon may not know her, and leave me
To plot the rest: I will expect thee here.
Pol.
You shall Squire. Ile performe it with all care,
If all my Ladies Ward-robe will disguise her.
Come Mistris Awdrey.
Awd.
Is the Squire gone?
Pol.
Hee'll meet us by and by, where he appointed:
You shall be brave anone, as none shall know you.
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