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Act 1 : You've got your maps there?
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Act 2 : I envy you this fine old house
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Ah, Owen, Owen you've gone!
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Ah, Owne, what shall I do?
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"And with his friend, young Lechmere played..."
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At last it's out
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Coyle, I wish I had not come
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Is that you, Coyle?
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May God bless the Queen
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Now you may save your scornful looks
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Oh, how unforeseen
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"Paramore shall welcome woe!"
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Prelude
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Prologue : There was a boy, a Wingrave born
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Sirrah! How dare you!
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Your sherry Mrs Coyle
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