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Guiderius: |
Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
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Arvirgus: |
Fear no more the frown o' the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
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Guiderius: |
Fear no more the lightning-flash,
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Arvirgus: |
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
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Guiderius: |
Fear not slander, censure rash;
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Arvirgus: |
Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
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Both: |
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
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Guiderius: |
No exorciser harm thee!
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Arvirgus: |
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
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Guiderius: |
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
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Arvirgus: |
Nothing ill come near thee!
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Both: |
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!
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