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110 and making pitifull mone hewed hir innocencie: and that this is true ayde hee, beholde my face (is as it was at the firt) made whole againe by God (retoring me my noe) bicaue I am true to thee, and to let thee knowe thou hat done mee open wrong. The foolihe hubande ranne for the candell, and found hir noe fat to hir face (which he beleeued he had cut off) as if he had not touched hir: and aking hir forgiuenee, ever after he loued hir antierly, and thought hir honet. The olde Crone and Bawde returned to hir houe with hir noe in hir hande, and hir face all bemearde with bloude: yet fortune fauored hir in this, that hee was a Barbers wyfe, and hir huband rying early in the morning before daye to haue the tayles of the Monckyes of Portingale (for there there groweth heare on their Buttockes, and no where ele) called to hys olde wyfe for his Combe cae with razors and other trinckets. Nowe he being thus handled as ye haue hearde, (loth to hew hir elfe) put it to aduenture, and giuing hym all his conceytes within the cae, he reached hym the razors in his hand, the blades not put into the hafts. The poore man hatie of his worke, in the darcke hatilye took the razors in his hands, and all to cut hys fingers: and then for anger (feeling his fingers cut) he threw them frő him with great