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Section 30
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1Imo.
2O dissembling Curtesie! How fine this Tyrant
3Can tickle where she wounds? My deerest Husband,
4I something feare my Fathers wrath, but nothing
5(Alwayes reseru'd my holy duty) what
6His rage can do on me. You must be gone,
7And I shall heere abide the hourely shot
8Of angry eyes: not comforted to liue,