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Some orders that regard the executions Fix'd for to-morrow, at an hour so early.

When did Rasinga countermand his orders, So call'd for, and so given?—Why wait ye here?

You summon'd us, my lord; and well you know That Ehleypoolie hath a ready aptness For

Boasting, fooling, flattery, and lies. Begone, I say; I did not summon you. At least I meant it not. [Turns away hastily, and exit by another door.

For boasting, fooling, flattery, and lies! How angry men pervert all sober judgment! If I commend myself, who, like myself, Can know so well my actual claims to praise?

Most true; for surely no one else doth know it.

And fooling is an angry name for wit.

Thy wit is fooling; therefore should it seem, Thy fooling may be wit. Then for thy flattery, What dost thou say to that?