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Book, page 101 / 154 MUCEDORUS. Segasto, cease, these threats are needless. Accuse not me of murther, that have done Nothing but in mine own defence. SEGASTO. Nay, shepherd, reason not with me. I'll manifest thy fact unto the King, Whose doom will be thy death, as thou deservest. What ho, Mouse, come away! [Enter Mouse.] MOUSE. Why how now, what's the matter? I thought you would be calling before I had done. SEGASTO. Come, help; away with my friend. MOUSE. Why, is he drunk? cannot he stand on his feet? SEGASTO. No, he is not drunk, he is slain. MOUSE. Flaine? no, by Lady, he is not flaine. SEGASTO. He's killed, I tell thee. MOUSE. What, do you use to kill your friends? I will serve you no longer. SEGASTO. I tell thee, the shepherd killed him.
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