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Bel. Did not I tell you? Let em be what can be, Mir. And am not I a rare physician, gentlemen, De Ga. Be not insolent. Mir. Well, go thy ways: From this hour I disclaim thee, Bel. Shall we be merry? Mir. Yes. Bel. But Ill no more projects: [Exeunt. Lil. I am glad she is well again. Ros. So am I, certain. Ori. I shall never see a man more. De Ga. Come, youre a fool! had you but told me this trick, Lug. He shall not long, neither. La Ca. Be ruled, and be at peace: You have my consent, Nant. Come, leave blushing; Lug. The next shall hit him. [Exeunt. |
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