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Section 700
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1Iuli.
2Is there no pittie sitting in the Cloudes,
3That sees into the bottome of my griefe?
4□□sweet my Mother cast me not away,
5□□lay this marriage, for a month, a weeke,
6[missing 1 words]if you do not, make the Bridall bed
7[missing 1 words] that dim Monument where Tybalt lies.