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Section 324
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1Mort.
2Direct mine Armes, I may embrace his Neck,
3And in his Bosome spend my latter gaspe.
4Oh tell me when my Lippes doe touch his Cheekes,
5That I may kindly giue one fainting Kisse.
6And now declare Sweet stem from Yorkes great stock,
7Why didst thou say of late thou wert despis'd?