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Section 1201
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1Rich.
2The sweetest sleepe,
3And fairest boading Dreames,
4That euer entred in a drowsie head,
5Haue I since your departure had my Lords.
6Me thought their Soules, whose bodies Rich. murther'd,
7Came to my Tent, and cried on Victory:
8I promise you my Heart is very iocond,