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Section 243
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1Nor.
2Beleeue me noble Lord,
3I am a stranger heere in Gloustershire,
4These high wilde hilles, and rough vneeuen waies,
5Drawes out our miles, and makes them wearisome:
6And yet our faire discourse hath beene as sugar,
7Making the hard way sweet and delectable:
8But I bethinke me, what a wearie way