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The Tragedy of
As she had frantike been, in hast the glasse she cought,
And vp she dranke the mixture quite, withouten farther thought.
Then on her breast she crost her armes long and small,
And so, her senses fayling her, into a traunce did fall.
(The Tragicall Historye of Romeus and Iuliet, ed. Daniel, 2361–2402.)
