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Section 349
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1Orl.
2Speake you so gently? Pardon me I pray you,
3I thought that all things had bin sauage heere,
4And therefore put I on the countenance
5Of sterne command'ment. But what ere you are
6That in this desert inaccessible,
7Vnder the shade of melancholy boughes,
8Loose, and neglect the creeping houres of time: