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Section 207
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1Pau.
2I dare be sworne:
3These dangerous, vnsafe Lunes i’th’King, beshrew them:
4He must be told on’t, and he shall: the office
5Becomes a woman best. Ile take’t vpon me,
6If I proue hony‑mouth’d, let my tongue blister.
7And neuer to my red‑look’d Anger bee
8The Trumpet any more: pray you (Emilia)