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12039	Beaumont, Francis	Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 01 of 10: the Custom of the Country			.txt	text/plain	25739	4356	101	_Rut._ You love a Gentlewoman, a young handsom woman, _Rut._ You hope to Marry her; 'tis a lawful calling _Arn._ Yes. _Rut._ And fair I dare proclaim her, My mind shall not pay this custom, cruel man. Farewel, wish me good fortune, we shall meet 'Tis scorn, not pity, makes me give thee life: _Rut._ I have a sword Sir, you shall find, a good one; _Rut._ 'Tis the Lady of the house, _Ser._ Here they stand ready Sir. _Zab._ 'Tis well, be sure Good Gentle Sir, give me leave to think a little, _1 Offi._ Not so Sir. _Rut._ Cannot a man fall into one of your drunken Cellars, _Hip._ Let it fall, Sir, No man shall know me, nor the share I have in thee, _Hip._ Be sure Sir, I shall fit you. Here comes the Lady Sir. _Enter_ Guiomar. _Hip._ _Hippolytas_ life shall make that good hereafter,	./cache/12039.txt	./txt/12039.txt