8 EVERY MAN IN HIS HUMOUR. Act 1 . .
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. Kno. No! How know'st thou then, that he dideither? Brain. Marry, sir, because he charg’d me, on mylife, to tell nobody that lie open’d it : which, unlesshe had done, he would never fear to have it reveal’d. E. Kno. That’s true : well, 1 thank thee. Brain-worm. Enter Master Stephen, Step. O ! Brainworm, did’st thou not see a fellowhere, in a what sha’ call doublet? He brought mineuncle a letter e’en now. Brain. Yes, Master Stephen, what of him?
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