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Section 930
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1Fal.
2Carrie Master Silence to bed: Master Shallow, my
3Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am Fortunes Steward.
4Get on thy Boots, wee'l ride all night. Oh sweet Pistoll:
5Away Bardolfe: Come Pistoll, vtter more to mee: and
6withall deuise something to do thy selfe good. Boote,
7boote Master Shallow, I know the young King is sick for
8mee. Let vs take any mans Horsses: The Lawes of Eng