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Rh So lost my English lover, and my life, I pledge you, for our passionate past, Sylvester!

After my Father's sudden, easy death, Lull'd by the medicine you mix'd for him, You claim'd, returning from his obsequies Something too much of all his garner'd gear! Have you forgotten in the trampled snow, Our hurry'd duel by one torch's light, Late litten for my father's funeral, When on my breast-bone rang your rapier's hilt, And forth my spirit pass'd among the pines Of my north-country moorlandSylvester, I pledge you.

Ralph, Renata, can it be, And this the third masque, is it Denzil?