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Scæne 4.
Enter Fredrick.Fred.
'Tis strange,
I cannot meet him; sure he has encountred
Some light o' love or other, and there meanes
To play at In and In for this night. Well Don John,
If you doe spring a leak, or get an itch,
Til ye claw off your curl'd pate, thank your night-walks:
You must be still a bootehalling: one round more,
Though it be late, Ile venture to discover ye,
I doe not like your out-leaps.
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