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Euan.
'Plesse my soule: how full of Chollors I am, and
trempling of minde: I shall be glad if he haue deceiued
me: how melancholies I am? I will knog his Vrinalls
a
bout his knaues costard, when I haue good
opportunities
for the orke: 'Plesse my soule: To shallow Riuers to whose
falls: melodious Birds sings Madrigalls: There will we
make
our Peds of Roses: and a
thousand fragrant posies. To shal
low: 'Mercie on mee, I haue a great
dispositions to cry.
Melodious birds sing Madrigalls: —When
as I sat in Pa