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Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is, that [30] the Duke hath dined.
Get your apparel together, good strings to your beards, new ribbons to
your pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look o’er his part; for
the short and the long is, our play is preferred. In any case, let Thisbe have
clean linen; and let not him that [35] plays the lion pare his nails, for they
shall hang out for the lion’s claws. And most dear actors, eat no onions nor
garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt but to hear
them say, it is sweet comedy. No more words. Away! Go, away! [40]

Exeunt.