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Section 298
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1Hor.
2Why no, for she hath broke the Lute to me:
3I did but tell her she mistooke her frets,
4And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,
5When (with a most impatient diuellish spirit)
6Frets call you these? (quoth she) Ile fume with them:
7And with that word she stroke me on the head,
8And through the instrument my pate made way,