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They told me that your name was Fontybell.
No, my good lord, Diana.
No, my good lord, Diana. Titled goddess,
4.2.32022And worth it with addition. But, fair soul,
4.2.42023In your fine frame hath love no quality?
4.2.52024If the quick fire of youth light not your mind,
4.2.72026When you are dead you should be such a one
4.2.82027As you are now, for you are cold and stern,
4.2.92028And now you should be as your mother was
She then was honest.
She then was honest. So should you be.
She then was honest. So should you be. No.
No more o'that!
4.2.142036I prithee do not strive against my vows;
4.2.162038By love's own sweet constraint, and will forever
Do thee all rights of service. Ay, so you serve us
4.2.182041Till we serve you; but when you have our roses,
4.2.192042You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves,
And mock us with our bareness. How have I sworn?
'Tis not the many oaths that makes the truth,
4.2.222046But the plain single vow that is vowed true.
4.2.242048But take the high'st to witness? Then pray you tell me,
4.2.252049If I should swear by Jove's great attributes
4.2.262050I loved you dearly, would you believe my oaths
4.2.272051When I did love you ill? This has no holding,
4.2.292053That I will work against him. Therefore your oaths
4.2.302054Are words and poor conditions but unsealed,
At least in my opinion. Change it, change it!
4.2.342059That you do charge men with. Stand no more off,
4.2.362061Who then recovers. Say thou art mine, and ever
I see that men make ropes in such a scar
4.2.392064That we'll forsake ourselves. Give me that ring.
I'll lend it thee, my dear, but have no power
To give it from me. Will you not, my Lord?
It is an honor 'longing to our house,
4.2.442070Which were the greatest obloquy i'th'world
In me to lose. Mine honor's such a ring.
4.2.482075Which were the greatest obloquy i'th'world,
4.2.492076In me to lose. Thus your own proper wisdom
4.2.502077Brings in the champion honor on my part,
Against your vain assault. Here, take my ring!
4.2.522080My house, mine honor, yea, my life be thine,
When midnight comes, knock at my
2083chamber window;
4.2.552084I'll order take my mother shall not hear.
4.2.562085Now will I charge you in the band of truth:
4.2.572086When you have conquered my yet maiden bed,
4.2.582087Remain there but an hour, nor speak to me.
4.2.592088My reasons are most strong, and you shall know them
4.2.602089When back again this ring shall be delivered.
4.2.612090And on your finger in the night, I'll put
4.2.622091Another ring, that what in time proceeds
4.2.642093Adieu till then, then fail not; you have won
4.2.652094A wife of me, though there my hope be done.
A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.
For which live long to thank both heaven and me.
4.2.692098My mother told me just how he would woo,
4.2.702099As if she sat in's heart. She says all men
4.2.712100Have the like oaths. He had sworn to marry me
4.2.722101When his wife's dead; therefore I'll lie with him
4.2.732102When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are so braid,
4.2.752104Only in this disguise, I think't no sin,