The Winters Tale

Section 423

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Section 423

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1Perd.
2Sir: my gracious Lord,
3To chide at your extreames, it not becomes me:
4(Oh pardon, that I name them:) your high selfe
5The gracious marke o’th’Land, you haue obscur’d
6With a Swaines wearing: and me (poore lowly Maide)
7Most Goddesse‑like prank’d vp: But that our Feasts
8In euery Messe, haue folly; and the Feeders