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Two Weeks dissolv'd, Clermanthe's Breast and Head
Through Sorrow pain'd; joyn'd watchful hours in Bed;
Broth was bespoke: Asking the Girl, (when espy'd)
Whose making 'twas; The old Nurse, she strait reply'd;
Gondace there withal: bad, Jealous Qualm
Disturb'd her Heart; Door lock'd, she gave the same
(Great Part) to little Dog, who Pinning lies
Some smaller while, then Rouled, gasps, and Dyes.
Death Honour'd found his Lady's Taster there,
Then Life's Reprieve; her Mortal pangs did bear.