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Book, page 41 / 154 STRUMBO. Nay, neighbour Oliver, if you be so what, come, prepare your self. You shall find two as stout fellows of us, as any in all the North. OLIVER. No, by my dorth, neighbor Strumbo. Ich zee dat you are a man of small zideration, dat will zeek to injure your old vriends, one of your vamiliar guests; and derefore, zeeing your pinion is to deal withouten reazon, ich and my zon William will take dat course, dat shall be fardest vrom reason. How zay you, will you have my daughter or no? STRUMBO. A very hard question, neighbour, but I will solve it as I may. What reason have you to demand it of me? WILLIAM. Marry, sir, what reason had you, when my sister was in the barn, to tumble her upon the hay, and to fish her belly. STRUMBO. Mass, thou saist true. Well, but would you have me marry her therefore? No, I scorn her, and you. Aye, I scorn you all. OLIVER. You will not have her then? STRUMBO. No, as I am a true gentleman. WILLIAM. Then will we school you, ere you and we part hence. [They fight. Enter Margery and snatch the staff out of her brother's hand, as he is fighting.]
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