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Section 829
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1Sil.
2She is beholding to thee (gentle youth)
3Alas (poore Lady) desolate, and left;
4I weepe my selfe to thinke vpon thy words:
5Here youth: there is my purse; I giue thee this
6For thy sweet Mistris sake, because thou
7lou'st her. Fare
8(well.