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Madame,
withouten many words,
Once, I am sure, ye will, or
no:
And if ye will, then leave your bourds,
And
use your wit, and show it so,
And with a beck you
shall me call,
And if of one that burneth alway
Ye have any pity at all,
Answer him fair with yea or
nay.
If it be yea, I shall be fain;
If it be
nay, friends as before;
Ye shall another man obtain,
And I mine own and yours no more.
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