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Rh And I like Helen, till the Fates me kill.

Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.

As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.

O, kiss me through the hole of this vile wall!

I kiss the wall’s hole, not your lips at all.

Wilt thou at Ninny’s tomb meet me straightway?

’Tide life, ’tide death, I come without delay.

Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so;

And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.

Now is the mural down between the two neighbours.