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XV.
[ Good-bye, sweet love, since time at last doth part us.]
He.Good-bye, sweet love, since time at last doth part us.
She.
And shall it be in cruel time to thwart us?
No, no; for I will follow thee.
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Whither, O, whither?
She.
Through dale and down;
By thorpe and town;
Through frost and sun
Till life be done:
For ever together.
He.
Nay, then, come on.
Both.
Still, love together
Through all sorts of weather,
Till life shall be done.
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