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- Here's to my love!The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! A dateless bargain to engrossing death! The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
- O true apothecary!Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
- What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop To help me after? I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, To make die with a restorative.
- Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!
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