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Section 508
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1Lear.
2I prythee Daughter do not make me mad,
3I will not trouble thee my Child: farewell:
4Wee'l no more meete, no more see one another.
5But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my Daughter,
6Or rather a disease that's in my flesh,
7Which I must needs call mine. Thou art a Byle,
8A plague sore, or imbossed Carbuncle