Two Gentlemen of Verona  by William Shakespeare
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			 [SPEED] Ay. PROTEUS. Nod, ay? Why, that's noddy. SPEED. You mistook, sir; I say she did nod; and you ask me if she did nod; and I say, Ay. PROTEUS. And that set together is--noddy. SPEED. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains. PROTEUS. No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter. SPEED. Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you. PROTEUS. Why, sir, how do you bear with me? SPEED. Marry, sir, the letter, very orderly; having nothing but the word 'noddy' for my pains. PROTEUS. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.  | 
		
			
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