The Winters Tale

Section 444

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Section 444

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1Perd.
2No, like a banke, for Loue to lye, and play on:
3Not like a Coarse: or if: not to be buried,
4But quicke, and in mine armes. Come, take your flours,
5Me thinkes I play as I haue seene them do
6In Whitson‑Pastorals: Sure this Robe of mine
7Do’s change my disposition: