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Why , Tyb , what haddest thou thought that I had ment ? Tyb . Mary , me thought I
harde the bawlyng . Wylt thou never leve this wawlyng ? Howe the dyvell dost
thou thy self behave ? Shall we ever have this worke , thou knave ? Johan .
Why , Tyb , what haddest thou thought that I had ment ? Tyb . Mary , me thought I
harde the bawlyng . Wylt thou never leve this wawlyng ? Howe the dyvell dost
thou thy self behave ? Shall we ever have this worke , thou knave ? Johan .
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Syr J. If ever she dyd , or thought me any yll , Now I forgyve her with me fre wyll ;
Therfore Johan Joban , now get the home And thank thy wyfe , and say I wyll not
come . Johan . Yet , let me know , now good Syr Jhān , Where ye wyll go to ...
Syr J. If ever she dyd , or thought me any yll , Now I forgyve her with me fre wyll ;
Therfore Johan Joban , now get the home And thank thy wyfe , and say I wyll not
come . Johan . Yet , let me know , now good Syr Jhān , Where ye wyll go to ...
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Wherto they sayd , she cam nat here . Then ferd I muche it was nat well ; Alas ,
thought I , she is in hell ; For with her lyfe I was so acqueynted , That sure I
thought she was nat saynted . With thys it chaunced me to snese ; Christe helpe ,
quoth a ...
Wherto they sayd , she cam nat here . Then ferd I muche it was nat well ; Alas ,
thought I , she is in hell ; For with her lyfe I was so acqueynted , That sure I
thought she was nat saynted . With thys it chaunced me to snese ; Christe helpe ,
quoth a ...
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