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Affure vour felf how much my W ill you fway, As you rule me, i f I might you requeft, You better (hould employ your intcrefti Govern your Cxfar, as a lawful Qpeen, And make him not partaker o f their Sin i For your fake only, I the King dürft fparc ; ’ Twas love alone that-—
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