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Evad. Aspatia, take her part. Dula. I will refuse it. Evad. Why, do. Dula. You will find the play Evad. I thank thee, Dula. Would thou couldst instil Dula. She is in love: Hang me, if I were so, Asp. It were a timeless smile should prove my cheek: Evad. Nay, leave this sad talk, madam. Asp. Would I could! Evad. See, if you have not spoild all Dulas mirth. Asp. Thou thinkst thy heart hard; but if thou best caught, Dula. Thats not so good; let em shoot anything Asp. Well, wench, thou mayst be taken. Evad. Ladies, good-night: Ill do the rest myself. Dula. Nay, let your lord do some. Asp. [Sings.] Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew. Evad. Thats one of your sad songs, madam. Asp. Believe me, tis a very pretty one. Evad. How is it, madam? SONG. Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth! Evad. Fie ont, madam! The words are so strange, they are |
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