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Section 633
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2Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
3Of my Childes loue: I thinke she will be rul'd
4In all respects by me: nay more, I doubt it not.
5Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed,
6Acquaint her here, of my Sonne Paris Loue,
7And bid her, marke you me, on Wendsday next,
8But soft, what day is this?