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FRIER BACON ROBERT GREENE /LACIE. WHY LOOKES MY LORD LIKE TO A TROUBLED SKIE, F07080 WHEN HEAVENS BRIGHT SHINE IS SHADOW'D WITH A FOGGE: F07090 ALATE WE RAN THE DEERE AND THROUGH THE LAWNDES F07100 STRIPT WITH OUR NAGGES THE LOFTIE FROLICKE BUCKS, F07110 THAT SCUDDED FORE THE TEISERS LIKE THE WIND; F07120 NERE WAS THE DEERE OF MERRY /FRESINGFIELD F07130 SO LUSTILY PULD DOWN BY IOLLY MATES, F07140 NOR SHARDE THE FARMERS SUCH FAT VENISON, F07150 SO FRANCKLY DEALT THIS HUNDRED YEARES BEFORE: F07160 NOR HAVE I SEENE MY LORD MORE FROLICKE IN THE CHACE, F08170 AND NOW CHANGDE TO A MELANCHOLIE DUMPE.@ F08180 /WARREN. AFTER THE PRINCE GOT TO THE KEEPERS LODGE F08190 . . .
