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Section 524
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1Flo.
2Old Sir, I know
3She prizes not such trifles as these are:
4The gifts she lookes from me, are packt and lockt
5Vp in my heart, which I haue giuen already,
6But not deliuer’d. O heare me breath my life
7Before this ancient Sir, whom (it should seeme)
8Hath sometime lou’d: I take thy hand, this hand,