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So, so, now sit,
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and look you eat
no more than will preserve
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just so much strength in us
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as will revenge
these bitter woes of ours.
:21:24
Thou map of woe
that thus dost talk in signs,
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when thy poor heart beats
with outrageous beating,
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thou canst not strike it thus
to make it still.
:21:36
Wound it with sighing, girl.
Kill it with groans.
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Or get some little knife
between thy teeth
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and, just against thy heart,
make thou a hole,
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that all the tears
that thy poor eyes let fall
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may run into that sink
:21:52
and, soaking in, drown
the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears.
:21:56
Fie, Brother, fie!
:21:58
Hmm?
:21:59
Teach her not thus