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 Dap.Believe it, and I will, sir.

Face.And you shall, sir. You have heard all?

Dap.No, what was't? Nothing, I, sir.

Face.Nothing!

Dap.A little, sir.

Face.Well, a rare star Reign'd at your birth.

Dap.At mine, sir! No.

Face.The doctor Swears that you are

Sub.Nay, captain, you'll tell all now.

Face.Allied to the queen of Fairy.

Dap.Who! that I am? Believe it, no such matter

Face.Yes, and that You were born with a cawl on your head.

Dap.Who says so?

Face.Come, You know it well enough, though you dissemble it.

Dap.I'fac, I do not; you are mistaken.

Face.How! Swear by your fac, and in a thing so known