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Section 417
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1Isab.
2As much for my poore Brother, as my selfe;
3That is: were I vnder the tearmes of death,
4Th'impression of keene whips, I'ld weare as
5Rubies,
6And strip my selfe to death, as to a bed,
7That longing haue bin sicke for, ere I'ld yeeld
8My body vp to shame.