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Section 252
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1Hot.
2Away, away you trifler: Loue, I loue thee not,
3I care not for thee Kate: this is no world
4To play with Mammets, and to tilt with lips.
5We must haue bloodie Noses, and crack'd Crownes,
6And passe them currant too. Gods me, my horse.
7What say'st thou Kate? what wold'st thou haue with me?