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8 Now do not deal Hal, while abroad you are straying, That heart which is mine on a rival bestow; Nay banish that frown, such displeasure betraying, Do you think I suspect you? oh no my love no I believe you too kind for one moment to grieve me, Or plant in a heart which adores you such woe; Yet should you dishonour my truth and deceive me Should I e'er cease to love you? oh no my love no.