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Section 361
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1Pist.
2Then feed, and be fat (my faire Calipolis.) Come,
3giue me some Sack, Si fortune me tormente, sperato me con
4tente. Feare wee broad‑sides? No, let the Fiend giue fire:
5Giue me some Sack: and Sweet‑heart lye thou there:
6Come wee to full Points here, and are et cetera's no
7thing?