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Nothing but well-bred stuffe! canst see my daughter And not be strooke with horrour of thy shame To th' very heart? Is't not enough, thou Traytour, To my poore Girles dishonour to abuse her, But thou canst yett putt on a divells visour To face thy fact & glory in her woe? Hen. I would I were acquainted with your honours meaning all this while. Fer.
She planted vines, We eate the Grapes; she playd the Spanish Pavine Under our windowes, we in our bedds lay laughing To heare such Mynstrelsy. How then turnd the windes? Why did this beauteous face of love in us Put on so blacke a Visour of hate to them? Oh, sir, doe but looke backe to Eighty Eight, That Spanish glasse shall tell you, shew each wrinckle.
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