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Queen: Mark our wither’d arm, boy:
Our alloted time along these salted strands <br
And beneath the teeming feathered roils
That drench this sad allotment
Tapers down. We are dying, French Guyana, d —
Triago: O, Queen! let not autumnal humours bring thee low!
{{Dia|Queen|The rigid struts of precedent
That fix our covenantry as stars
Pinned to the velvet firmament
Queen: