The first part. I pray thee sweet Iohn away, I cannot tell how to loue thee, Pish, phew, in faith all this will not moue me, O mee, I dare not before our marriage day: If this will not moue thee, gentle Iohn, Come quickly kisse mee, and let me bee gone.
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