My deare gentles, as I didst stroll me thru Eastcheape under light of starrs this eve, your Will didst muse how ye moderns might longe to see this part of Londountown by night. Here thou canst observe the Tower, where manie souls have awaited for judgmente from God, King, or Queen. I must hie me off to bed, for come morrow your Will must spende a longe day at the theatre. Sleep well, all of thee.
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