Clown

But it is your carbonadoed face.

LAFEU

Let us go see your son, I pray you: I long to talk
with the young noble soldier.

Clown

Faith there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine
hats and most courteous feathers, which bow the head
and nod at every man.

Exeunt

  By PanEris using Melati.

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