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Phil. Yonder comes my Mother, Coridon, whether shall I flie? Cor. Under yonder Beech my lovely one, while she passeth by. Say to her thy true-Love was not heere, remember, remember, to morrow is another day:
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Phil. Yonder comes my Mother, Coridon, whether shall I flie? Cor. Under yonder Beech my lovely one, while she passeth by. Say to her thy true-Love was not heere, remember, remember, to morrow is another day: