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LI.

Æl.
Didst thou know how my woes, as stars ybrent,
Headed by these thy words, do on me fall,
Thou wouldest strive to give my heart content,

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Waking my sleeping mind to honour's call.
Of happiness, I prize thee more than all
Heaven can me send, or cunning wit acquire;
Yet will I leave thee, on the foe to fall,
Returning to thine eyes with double fire.

Ber.
Must Bertha boon request, and be denied?
Receive at once a dart, in happiness and pride?