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Section 443
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1Prince.
2By Heauen (Poines) I feele me much to blame,
3So idly to prophane the precious time,
4When Tempest of Commotion, like the South,
5Borne with black Vapour, doth begin to melt.
6And drop vpon our bare vnarmed heads.
7Giue me my Sword, and Cloake:
8Falstaffe, good night.