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Section 689
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1Ros.
2I, goe your waies, goe your waies: I knew what
3you would proue, my friends told mee as much, and I
4thought no lesse: that flattering tongue of yours wonne
5me: 'tis but one cast away, and so come death: two o'
6clocke is your howre.