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Wound pleasant 'twas (the King conjoyn'd) your pow'r
Holds Balm withal; the Traitor lov'd that hour.
Strange chance (she said) most mighty Sir, that I
Should fondly seize, far rarer Objects by,
Orecome your Princely Heart. I view'd none so
(Joyn'd he again) since then Love-qualms do grow,
And cross'd desire does turn to strange Disease;
Your gentle Brest may Cordial yield, appease.
I now would you enjoy. Great, Royal Sir
She answered then (short blushing pause, Demur;
Unusual streit) I should in noble kind
Most gladly serve you, Handmaid-like, Resign'd.