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Against fighting Flaccus his lying too open.

F LACCUS still brags in earnest (like a lest)
How brauely he hath fought in sundry fraies:
Amongst the rest he tels of an arrest,
Once made on him that all the streete did raise;
For he the serjeants and the officers
Made fly like sheepe, or curre pursuèd cowes;
And they that stood he ouerthrew he sweares:
For thus he tells how them he hackes and hewes:
 Heere lies a legg, there hand, or finger lies,
 And thus his flowing tongue runnes all on lyes.
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