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 (2) DEATH AND A CADY. DEATH. Fair lady lay your coltivo bude, No longer may you glors in your pride Take leave of all your caraal vain reicht, I am come to Summon you away thu night. LADY What bold attempt in this Pray let me know From whence you come or whither muſt I got Shall I who am a Lady )ield ut bow? To ſuch a pale-fac'd Vlage, Who an thou: DEATH. Do you not know me? Well I'll tell yea then, 'Til who conquer all the loss of men, No pitch of honour from my dart is free My name is Death, have you to heard of me LADY. Yes, I have heard of you time after time, But bring in the glory of my priar, I did not think you would love call'd ſo ſoon. Why muſt my morning ſun go down at noon. DELTA Talk not of noon, you may as well be mute Thiſ iſ no time at all for to dispute, Your riches jewels, gold and gara.erti trave. Your houſeſ, lands they muſt now maſters have Though thy vain heart to riches waſ inelind, Yet thca, ales ! msut leave it all behind. LADY My heart is cold. I remble at the new, Here's bags of coll if you will me excute; An feixe on thefe, thus ficith thou the Arife With ſuch as tow are weary of their lie,