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Section 749
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1Ham.
2I Lady, 'twas my word.
3Thou wretched, rash, intruding foole farewell,
4I tooke thee for thy Betters, take thy Fortune,
5Thou find'st to be too busie, is some danger.
6Leaue wringing of your hands, peace, sit you downe,
7And let me wring your heart, for so I shall
8If it be made of penetrable stuffe;