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Prithee don't screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners.
Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year;
Dear Chloe, how blubbered is that pretty face!
Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurled.
My love doth so approve him,
That even his stubbornness, his checks, his frowns--
I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad.
I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell:
Prithee do not turn me about, my stomach is not constant.
Why so pale and wan, fond lover
Prithee, why so pale?
Will, when speaking well can't win her,
Saying nothing do't?
Prithee, why so mute?
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