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unless it be to do thee service.
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O Martius...
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Martius...
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Each word thou hast spoke
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hath weeded from my heart a root of ancient envy.
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Let me twine mine arms about that body.
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Know thou...
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...I loved the maid I married,
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never man sighed truer breath.
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But that I see thee here,
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thou noble thing...
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...more dances my rapt heart