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Section 328
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1Isab.
2To morrow? oh, that's sodaine,
3Spare him, spare him:
4Hee's not prepar'd for death; euen for our
5kitchins
6We kill the fowle of season: shall we serue heauen
7With lesse respect then we doe minister
8To our grosse‑selues? good, good my Lord, bethink you;