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Section 879
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1Mes.
2Saue your selfe, my Lord.
3The Ocean (ouer‑peering of his List)
4Eates not the Flats with more impittious haste
5Then young Laertes, in a Riotous head,
6Ore‑beares your Officers, the rabble call him Lord,
7And as the world were now but to begin,
8Antiquity forgot, Custome not knowne,