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And she died singing it.
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That song tonight
will not go from my mind.
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The poor soul sat sighing
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By a sycamore tree
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Sing willow, willow, willow
1:30:25
Her hand on her bosom
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Her head on her knee
1:30:32
Sing willow, willow, willow
1:30:40
Her salt tears fell from her
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And softened the stones
1:30:51
Sing willow, willow, willow
1:30:58
So get thee gone, good night.
1:31:03
Mine eyes do itch.
Does that bode weeping?
1:31:06
'Tis neither here nor there.
1:31:08
l have heard it said so.
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O, these men...
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...these men!
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Dost thou in conscience think,
tell me Emilia, that there be women...
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...do abuse their husbands
in such gross kind?
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There be some, no question.
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Wouldst thou do such a deed?
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-Would not you?
-No, by this heavenly light.
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Nor l by this heavenly light.
1:31:35
l might do it as well in the dark.
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Wouldst thou do
such a deed for all the world?
1:31:42
The world's a huge thing.
lt is a great price for a small vice.
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l think thou wouldst not.
1:31:48
l think l should
and undo it again when l'd done it.
1:31:52
For the whole world?
1:31:54
Who'd not make her husband
a cuckold to make him a monarch?
1:31:59
l should venture purgatory for it.