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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 . . .