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Section 51
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1Fal.
2Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at mee: the
3braine of this foolish compounded Clay‑man, is not able
4to inuent any thing that tends to laughter, more then I
5inuent, or is inuented on me. I am not onely witty in my
6selfe, but the cause that wit is in other men. I doe heere
7walke before thee, like a Sow, that hath o'rewhelm'd all
8her Litter, but one. If the Prince put thee into my Ser