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I put these, they slipped her cake. Untie my hand.
If that be just, then all the rest was so.
Now I hear her, right?
Right. Slap, slap, slap.
Why, how now, dame? Whence grows this insolence?
I put these, they slipped her cake. Untie my hand.
If that be just, then all the rest was so.
Now I hear her, right?
Right. Slap, slap, slap.
Why, how now, dame? Whence grows this insolence?