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Section 834
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1Fal.
2Though I could scape shot‑free at London, I fear
3the shot heere: here's no scoring, but vpon the pate. Soft
4who are you? Sir Walter Blunt, there's Honour for you:
5here's no vanity, I am as hot as molten Lead, and as hea
6uy too; heauen keepe Lead out of mee, I neede no more
7weight then mine owne Bowelles. I have led my rag of
8Muffins where they are pepper'd: there's not three of my