'Twas a merrie daye passed at the Rose. Burbage did enact Doctor Faustus in Kit's playe, and we his brothers remain'd after to espie Large Dicke pursue the ladies. Believing himself to bee so enchanting to one faire lass, he paide no heede when Thomas Nashe didst whisper such thinges in her ear as would make the harlot to blushe. Playinge for a crowd of does enthrall'd by his presence, the hunstman Burbage only learn'd too late his prize doe had been stolen from 'neath him, to be 'neath Nashe's stag that verrie eve.
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