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1Bru.
2All tongues speake of him, and the bleared sights
3Are spectacled to see him. Your pratling Nurse
4Into a rapture lets her Baby crie,
5While she chats him: the Kitchin Malkin pinnes
6Her richest Lockram 'bout her reechie necke,
7Clambring the Walls to eye him:
8Stalls, Bulkes, Windowes, are smother'd vp,