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Section 917
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1Iul.
2Go get thee hence, for I will notuaway,
3What's here? A cup clos'd in my true lo:es hand?
4Poyson I see hath bin his timelesse end
5O churle, drinke all? and left no friendly drop,
6To helpe me after, I will kisse thy lips,
7Happlie some poyson yet doth hang on them,
8To make me die with a restoratiue.