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Section 139
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1Iu.
2Nay, would I were so angred with the same:
3Oh hatefull hands, to teare such louing words;
4Iniurious Waspes, to feede on such sweet hony,
5And kill the Bees that yeelde it, with your stings:
6Ile kisse each seuerall paper, for amends:
7Looke, here is writ, kinde Iulia: vnkinde
8Iulia,