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Section 164
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1Cleo.
2'Tis sweating Labour,
3To beare such Idlenesse so neere the heart
4As Cleopatra this. But Sir, forgiue me,
5Since my becommings kill me, when they do not
6Eye well to you. Your Honor calles you hence,
7Therefore be deafe to my vnpittied Folly,
8And all the Gods go with you. Vpon your Sword