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Section 485
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1Queen.
2Be woe for me, more wretched then he is.
3What, Dost thou turne away, and hide thy face?
4I am no loathsome Leaper, looke on me.
5What? Art thou like the Adder waxen deafe?
6Be poysonous too, and kill thy forlorne Queene.
7Is all thy comfort shut in Glosters Tombe?
8Why then Dame Elianor was neere thy ioy.