Pen. What, after you are dead? very good.
Abra. I die, I sigh, thou precious stony jewel.
Pen. Good; because she is hard-hearted.
Abra. I die.
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Pen. He has died three times, and come again.
Abra. ——I sigh, thou precious stony jewel.
Wearing of silk, why art thou still so cruel.
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Pen. O Newington conceit!
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Abra. Thy servant, Abraham, sends this foolish ditty.
Pen. You say true, in troth, sir.
Abra. Thy servant, Abraham, sends this foolish dit-
Ty unto thee, pity both him and it.
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