Enter SIR HUGH EVANS like a satyr, with OTHERS as fairies
Trib, trib, fairies; come; and remember your parts. Be pold, I pray you; follow me into the pit; and when I give the watch-ords, do as I pid you. Come, come; trib, trib.
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