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And tell him this from me, I’ll be revenged,

And so as he shall wish the Abbey lands

Had rested still within their former state.

Alice. Alas, poor gentleman, I pity you,

And woe is me that any man should want!

God knows ’tis not my fault; but wonder not

Though he be hard to others, when to me,—

Ah, Master Greene, God knows how I am used.

Greene. Why, Mistress Arden, can the crabbed churl

Use you unkindly? respects he not your birth, 490

490

Your honourable friends, nor what you brought?

Why, all Kent knows your parentage and what you are.

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Alice. Ah, Master Greene, be it spoken in secret here,

I never live good day with him alone:

When he’s at home, then have I froward looks,

Hard words and blows to mend the match withal;

And though I might content as good a man,

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