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Cres.
Why tell you me of moderation?
The griefe is fine, full perfect that I taste,
And no lesse in a sense as strong
As that which causeth it. How can I moderate it?
If I could temporise with my affection,
Or brew it to a weake arid colder pallat,
The like alaiment could I giue my griefe:
My loue admits no qualifying crosse; Enter Troylus.
No more my griefe, in such a precious losse.