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The Maids Tragedy by Francis Beaumont;John Fletcher
page 33 of 176 (18%)
And let us lose our selves to one another.
Why art thou up so long?

_Evad_. I am not well.

_Amint_. To bed then let me wind thee in these arms,
Till I have banisht sickness.

_Evad_. Good my Lord, I cannot sleep.

_Amin_. _Evadne_, we'l watch, I mean no sleeping.

_Evad_. I'le not go to bed.

_Amin_. I prethee do.

_Evad_. I will not for the world.

_Amin_. Why my dear Love?

_Evad_. Why? I have sworn I will not.

_Amin_. Sworn!

_Evad_. I.

_Amint_. How? Sworn _Evadne_?

_Evad_. Yes, Sworn _Amintor_, and will swear again
If you will wish to hear me.
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