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Hear, Nature.
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Hear, dear goddess,
hear.
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Suspend thy purpose,
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if thou didst
intend to make
this creature fruitful.
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Into her womb
convey sterility.
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Dry up in her
the organs of increase;
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and from her derogate body
never spring a babe
to honour her.
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If she must teem,
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create her child of spleen,
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that it may live
and be a thwart
disnatur'd torment to her.
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Let it stamp wrinkles
in her brow of youth.
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With cadent tears
fret channels in her cheeks.
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Turn all her mother's
pains and benefits
to laughter and contempt,
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that she may feel
how sharper than
a serpent's tooth it is
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to have a thankless child.
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Are my horses
ready?
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Your asses are
gone about them.
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Have you writ
that letter
to my sister?
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Ay, madam.
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Inform her full
of my particular fear.
Get you gone.