Since I must die ... think not this strange, I pray.
Bring food to me.
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Za.Thank God. ’Tis the sea air
Hath quickened thee.
Al.Thinkst thou that vexèd monster
Hath any physic in his briny breath
For grief like mine?
Za.Lady, have better heart.
Why, thou must live. When once thy tears have fallen