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Section 752
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1Cym.
2Againe: and bring me word how 'tis with her,
3A Feauour with the absence of her Sonne;
4A madnesse, of which her life's in danger: Heauens,
5How deeply you at once do touch me. Imogen,
6The great part of my comfort, gone: My Queene
7Vpon a despera□e bed, and in a time
8When fearefull Warres point at me: Her Sonne gone,