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1    2,   2| turtle-doves;~You’ll never fail to quarrel, scold, or tease,~And you
2    2,   4|      Valere]~Are you quite mad, to quarrel with her now?~Valere~Didn’
3    4,   1|        permit that, for your petty quarrel,~A son be driven from his
4    4,   7|        these low tricks, to pick a quarrel with me,~And that you can’
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