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Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shalt not blame her, / My Gracia, who hath so deserted me. / Thou art my friend, but if thou dost defame her / I shall not hesitate to challenge thee.
"Curse and forget her? " So I might another, / One not so bounteous-natured or so fair; / But she, Antonio, she was like no other -- / I curse her not, because she was so rare.