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The Poet Dant demanded of a Citizen of Florence, What hour it was? who an∣swered him very rudely, That it was the hour, in which Horses go to be watered. Dant suddenly replied, What doest thou here then, that thou art not gone?
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The Poet Dant demanded of a Citizen of Florence, What hour it was? who an∣swered him very rudely, That it was the hour, in which Horses go to be watered. Dant suddenly replied, What doest thou here then, that thou art not gone?