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42 But I…

Show your heels!

Or tell me why you stare so at my nose!

I…

Well, what is there strange?

Your Grace mistakes!

How now? Is't soft and dangling, like a trunk?…

I never…

Is it crook'd, like an owl's beak?

I…

Do you see a wart upon the tip?

Nay…

Or a fly, that takes the air there? What

Is there to stare at?