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SCENA. 4.
Lingva. Mendacio.Ling.
What art thou there Mendacio? prettie rascall,
Come let me kisse thee for thy good deserts.
Men.
Madame do'st take? haue they all tasted it?
Ling.
All, all, and all are well nigh mad already:
Oh how they stare, and sweare, and fume, and brawle,
Wrath giues them weapons; Pots and Candle-sticks,
Ioin'd stooles and Trenchers flie about the roome,
Like to the bloudie banquet of the Centaures,
But all the sport is to see what seuerall thoughts
For Uisus thinkes himselfe; a ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
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