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My Lord,
'Tis said you loue: Then, by that sacred powerOf loue, as you'd finde mercy in the houre
Of greatest misery, leaue off; and sheathe
Your bloody sword: or else if nought but death
May slake your anger, O let mine, let mine
Be a sufficient offring at the Shrine
Of your appeased thoughts; or, if you thirst
For Argalus his life, then take mine first:
Or, if for noble blood you seeke, if so
Accept of mine; my blood is noble too,
And worth the spilling: Euen for her deare sake,
Your tender soule affects, awake, awake,
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Let me dye first; or, kill vs both together.
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