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Section 761
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1Pisa.
2I heard no Letter from my Master, since
3I wrote him Imogen was slaine. 'Tis strange:
4Nor heare I from my Mistris, who did promise
5To yeeld me often tydings. Neither know I
6What is betide to Cloten, but remaine
7Perplext in all. The Heauens still must worke:
8Wherein I am false, I am honest: not true, to be true.