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APPENDIX I
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| Par. | Sweete Flower, with flowers I strew thy Bridale bed: Sweete Tombe that in thy circuite dost containe, The perfect modell of eternitie: Faire Iuliet that with Angells dost remaine, Accept this latest favour at my hands, That living honourd thee, and being dead With funerall praises doo adorne thy Tombe. |
| Boy | whistles and calls. My Lord. |
