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