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Section 147
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1Ham.
2Your loue, as mine to you: farewell.
3My Fathers Spirit in Armes? All is not well:
4I doubt some foule play: would the Night were come;
5Till then sit still my soule; foule deeds will rise,
6Though all the earth orewhelm them to mens eies.