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AMB. I would tell you Sir
But how it happened.

MER. Brief, good Ma? ter _Ambler_,
Put your selfe to your rack: for I haue ta? que
Of more importance.
Mere-craft _? eemes full of bu? ine? ? e_.

AMB. Sir you'll laugh at me? 15
But (? o is _Truth_) a very friend of mine,
Finding by conference with me, that I liu'd
Too cha?
t for my complexion (and indeed
Too hone? t for my place, Sir) did adui? e me
If I did loue my ? elfe (as that I do, 20
I mu? t confe? ? e)

MER. Spare your _Parenthe? is_.

AMB. To gi' my body a little euacuation--

MER. Well, and you went to a whore?

AMB. No, S^r. I dur? t not
(For feare it might arriue at ?