Sweete let me goe, sweete let me goe,
What do you meane to vexe mee so,
Cease, cease, cease your Pleading force,
Doe you thinke thus, to extort remorce,
Now, now, no more, alas you ouer beare me,
And I would crie, but some would heare I feare mee.
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