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Seb.
By your patience, no: my starres shine darkely
ouer me; the malignancie of my fate, might perhaps di
temper yours; therefore I shall craue of you your leaue,
that I may beare my euils alone. It were a bad recom
pence for your loue, to lay any of them on you.