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Her.
Sir, spare your Threats:
The Bugge which you would fright me with, I seeke:
To me can Life be no commoditie;
The crowne and comfort of my Life (your Fauor)
I doe giue lost, for I doe feele it gone,
But know not how it went. My second Ioy,
And first Fruits of my body, from his presence
I am bar’d, like one infectious. My third comfort
(Star’d most vnluckily) is from my breast
(The innocent milke in it most innocent mouth)
Hal’d out to murther. My selfe on euery Post
Proclaym’d a Strumpet: With immodest hatred
The Child‑bed priuiledge deny’d, which longs
To Women of all fashion. Lastly, hurried
Here, to this place, i’th’open ayre, before