The Maids Tragedy by Francis Beaumont;John Fletcher
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page 33 of 176 (18%)
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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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