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# This Page Contains Running Verse Prose This is a page of running verse text from *Albion's England*, a historical-narrative poem (not a Victorian penny dreadful, but early modern literature). The visible text presents a letter or monologue from a distressed queen to her absent lover, Doracles. She writes of her anguish at his departure, her sleeplessness and fasting, and begs him not to risk his life in wars—arguing that love, not martial valor, should guide his actions. The passage includes praise for warriors who fight thoughtfully and remarks on the power of ladies' favor in inspiring men's courage. The text is printed in black-letter type on aged paper.
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