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"What is your pleasure?"
"Let me see your eyes; Look in my face."
"What horrible fancy's this?"
"Some of your function, mistress;
Leave procreants alone and shut the door;
Cough, or cry 'hem,' if any body come:
Your mystery, your mystery: nay, dispatch."
I scratch the skin on my forehead in distraction as I follow Brit playing the role of Emilia walk off the stage and I pass her a small encouraging smile when she glances at me.
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