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| Not in a grave/ to lay one in, another out to have. | |
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| I pray thee chide me not. Her I love now/ Doth grace and love for love allow./ THe other did not so. | |
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| O. she knew well/ thy love did read by rote, that could not spell... To turn your housedolds' rancour to pure love. | |
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| O. let us hence! I stand on sudden haste. | |
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| Wisely, and slow. THey stumble that run fast. | |
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