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Section 482
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1Rich.
2Ioyne not with griefe, faire Woman, do not so,
3To make my end too sudden: learne good Soule,
4To thinke our former State a happie Dreame,
5From which awak'd, the truth of what we are,
6Shewes vs but this. I am sworne Brother (Sweet)
7To grim Necessitie; and hee and I
8Will keepe a League till Death. High thee to France,