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SCENE II.
Enter LAMPADISCUS.Lam.
I've follow'd the old woman thro' the streets,
And plagu'd her with my clamour—How she's been
Upon her guard, and would remember nothing!—
How have I sooth'd the jade! how promis'd mountains!
What arts have I not us'd, what tricks not tried!
With much ado, I forc'd from her the truth,
Upon my promise of a keg of wine.
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