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The Comedy of Errors
Excerpt: Act 3 Scene 2
by William Shakespeare
LUCIANA
O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,
To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears:
Sing, siren, for thyself, and I will dote;
Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs,
And as a bed I'll take thee, and there lie;
And, in that glorious supposition, think
He gains by death that hath such means to die.
Let love, being light, be drowned if she sink!
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