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FIT. Mum.

WIT. And but I am,
By the ? ad contract, thus to take my leaue of you 195
At this ? o enuious distance, I had taught
Our lips ere this, to ? eale the happy mixture
Made of our ? oules. But we mu? t both, now, yeeld
To the nece? ? ity. Doe not thinke yet, Lady,
But I can ki? ? e, and touch, and laugh, and whi?
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And doe those crowning court-? hips too, for which,
Day, and the publike haue allow'd no name
But, now, my bargaine binds me. 'Twere rude iniury,
T'importune more, or vrge a noble nature,
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El? e, I ? hould ? peake--But, Lady, I loue ? o well,
As I will hope, you'll doe ? o to. I haue done, Sir.

FIT. Well, then, I ha' won?

WIT. Sir, And I may win, too.

FIT. O yes! no doubt on't.