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Section 382
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1Sink.
2That cannot be, the noise of thy Crosse‑bow
3Will scarre the Heard, and so my shoot is lost:
4Heere stand we both, and ayme we at the best:
5And for the time shall not seeme tedious,
6Ile tell thee what befell me on a day,
7In this selfe‑place, where now we meane to stand.