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I need your help again. My girlfriend Ada now has a job at a spy agency and there's a... situation.

Ada's boss called her into his office this morning. He was holding a weird tube with a button in the middle.
It seems that it was a prototype shrinking-ray gun purloined from an unfriendly power.
He needed to know if it worked. He pointed one end at Ada and explained:

• If it didn't work, there was no harm done.


• If it did work, then he
  would keep her safe in a little metal capsule until he got clearance
  to unshrink her with an anti-shrink-ray device that he had created
  for just such an emergency.


• If anything went wrong - well, better her
  than someone at a higher pay grade.

Before she could react, he pushed the button. I told you it was near the middle, right?
Well, he must have been holding the tube backwards because Ada was fine but he shrank to the size of a fruit fly.

Awkward.

Especially since her boss was part of the innermost inner secret circle at the agency.

And it gets worse! While she was telling me this, someone knocked on the door.
She panicked, popped the capsule in her mouth, grabbed my apple cider and swallowed.
BUT... it was only my friend returning a game cartridge!
Now my girlfriend has an insider in cider inside her! Aaaaaah!

The capsule is going to "emerge" in 24 to 48 hours. We have to put things right as soon as possible.
Ada's performance review is next week and her boss - probably royally ticked off - is somewhere in her small intestines.
It's probably kidnapping, it's super disgusting and it breaks HR rules about seeing coworkers outside office hours.

Our only clue is a coded message on a piece of paper she found on his desk.
She's sure it says where the anti-shrink-ray device is.
The problem is that the agency's code is totally numeric and this is all words. Her boss is so paranoid he encoded the code!
And only yesterday he was bragging that no one at the agency could decode his code code.

Ada's in the bathroom crying. I need to turn the words into numbers. The agency can take it from there.
The only problem is: I'm dumb. HHEEEEELLLLLPPP!

Thanks in advance.

Oh, yeah. Here's the message:

Thy glass, Will! Show whilst I alone did. Thy glass will show o. How, thy worth? I never saw that since. Brass nor stone. Who is it? That. Who is it? That, that time. Of year, ah, wherefore? With infection, if the dull. Substance, I grant thou. Wert those parts of thee? This is his cheek: tired. With all these whilst. I alone did. When thou shalt. Be full! Many a glorious...

The boss has encoded the numbers using:

Shakespeare's sonnets. Specifically, he has converted each number to the first four words of the sonnet with that number, while changing the punctuation in order to obfuscate the breaks.

For example:

The first number was 77. Sonnet 77 begins: "Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear." This corresponds to the "Thy glass, Will! Show" in the cyphertext.

The numbers are thus as follows:

Thy glass, Will! Show -- 77

whilst I alone did. -- 79

Thy glass will show -- 77

o. How, thy worth? -- 39

I never saw that -- 83

since. Brass nor stone. -- 65

Who is it? That. -- 84

Who is it? That, -- 84

that time. Of year, -- 73

ah, wherefore? With infection, -- 67

if the dull. Substance, -- 44

I grant thou. Wert -- 82

those parts of thee? -- 69

This is his cheek: -- 68

tired. With all these -- 66

whilst. I alone did. -- 79

When thou shalt. Be -- 88

full! Many a glorious... -- 33

My contact @hagfy (real name unknown) has identified this as the highly-advanced

"ASCII encoding"

...and has used enhanced decryption capabilities to obtain the final location of the anti-shrink device:

MOM'S ATTIC, RED BOX!