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1Ant.
2Nor I, my spirits are nimble:
3They fell together all, as by consent
4They dropt, as by a Thunder‑stroke: what might
5Worthy Sebastian? O, what might? no more:
6And yet, me thinkes I see it in thy face,
7What thou should'st be: th'occasion speaks thee, and
8My strong imagination see's a Crowne