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3rd Shep . Ah , Coll , good morn ! Why sleep thou not ? ist Shep . Alas , that ever was I born ! We have a foul blot . A fat wether have we lorn . 3rd Shep . Marry , God forbot ! 33 2nd Shep . Who should do us that scorn ?
3rd Shep . Ah , Coll , good morn ! Why sleep thou not ? ist Shep . Alas , that ever was I born ! We have a foul blot . A fat wether have we lorn . 3rd Shep . Marry , God forbot ! 33 2nd Shep . Who should do us that scorn ?
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3rd Shep . In good time to his hips ! Good fortune be nigh ! But who were his gossips , 41 so soon ready ? Mak . So fair fall their lips ! Ist Shep . ( Aside . ) Hark now , a lie ! Mak . So God them thank , Parkin and Gibbon Waller ...
3rd Shep . In good time to his hips ! Good fortune be nigh ! But who were his gossips , 41 so soon ready ? Mak . So fair fall their lips ! Ist Shep . ( Aside . ) Hark now , a lie ! Mak . So God them thank , Parkin and Gibbon Waller ...
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3rd Shep . Now I pray you , Lie down on this green . ist Shep . Such thieves I've ne'er seen . 3rd Shep . Whereto should ye teen 50 Do as I say you ! [ They lie down and fall asleep . ) [ An Angel sings " Gloria in excelsis , " then let ...
3rd Shep . Now I pray you , Lie down on this green . ist Shep . Such thieves I've ne'er seen . 3rd Shep . Whereto should ye teen 50 Do as I say you ! [ They lie down and fall asleep . ) [ An Angel sings " Gloria in excelsis , " then let ...
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