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Section 849
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1Warw.
2Why then I would not flye. Ah Mountague,
3If thou be there, sweet Brother, take my Hand,
4And with thy Lippes keepe in my Soule a while.
5Thou lou'st me not: for, Brother, if thou didst,
6Thy teares would wash this cold congealed blood,
7That glewes my Lippes, and will not let me speake.
8Come quickly Mountague, or I am dead.