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LACY: [_As Shakespeare passes._] Ho, Ho! Master Shakespeare doth fly from yon miracle of Nature, as from a dire portent. Methought her most brave strain of wit, and peremptory grace, would have charmed your nice fastidity.
SHAKESPEARE: One may admire stars, my lord, at a distance.