Scoen. VI.
This Boy yet might be mine, though Sforza might have wrong'd me by the By.
This done, he pray'd me leave the Roome. I wept: In sooth I could-not chuse.
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This Boy yet might be mine, though Sforza might have wrong'd me by the By.
This done, he pray'd me leave the Roome. I wept: In sooth I could-not chuse.
Well, well, you wept, return'd, and found him dead in's Bed you say.