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Section 384
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1Queen.
2Take thy Lute wench,
3My Soule growes sad with troubles,
4Sing, and disperse 'em if thou canst: leaue working:
5SONG.
6ORpheus with his Lute made Trees,
7And the Mountaine tops that freeze,
8Bow themselues when he did sing.