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Section 125
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1Ob.
2Wel, go thy way: thou shalt not from this groue,
3Till I torment thee for this iniury.
4My gentle Pucke come hither; thou remembrest
5Since once I sat vpon a promontory,
6And heard a Meare‑maide on a Dolphins backe,
7Vttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
8That the rude sea grew ciuill at her song,