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Section 407
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1Bag.
2My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue
3Scornes to vnsay, what it hath once deliuer'd.
4In that dead time, when Glousters death was plotted,
5I heard you say, Is not my arme of length,
6That reacheth from the restfull English Court
7As farre as Callis, to my Vnkles head.
8Amongst much other talke, that very time,