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the maid ; for much Hie loved Duchom-
mar. My tomb flie will raife on the
bill; the hunter fhall fee it, and praife
me. But draw the fword ;.om my
fide, Morna ; I feelit cold.
[Upon her coming near him, he ftabs
her. As flie fell, flie plucked a ftone
from the fide of the cave, and placed it
betvv^ixt them, that his blood might not
be mingled with hers.]

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