Twelfe Night, or What You Will

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Section 247

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1Vio.
2I am no feede poast, Lady; keepe your purse,
3My Master, not my selfe, lackes recompence.
4Loue make his heart of flint, that you shal loue,
5And let your feruour like my masters be,
6Plac'd in contempt: Farwell fayre crueltie.