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Section 314
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1Lys.
2Lysanders loue (that would not let him bide)
3Faire Helena; who more engilds the night,
4Then all yon fierie oes, and eies of light.
5Why seek'st thou me? Could not this make thee know,
6The hate I bare thee, made me leaue thee so?