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Scen. 7.
Enter Conchylio solus.Hah, ha, he; I haue laught my selfe weary: i'st possible?
That fire and frost should thus keepe house together,
Sure age did much mistake him, when it set
His snowie badge on his blew riueld chin.
Were not his faces furrowes fild with snow
His hams vnstrung his head so straightly bound
His eyes so rainy, and his skinne so drie
He were a pretty youth.
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