摘要
To tell me truly.Helena [kneels].Good madam, pardon me！Countess. Do you love my son？Helena.Your pardon, noble mistress！Countess. Love you my son？Helena.Do not you love him, madam？Countess. Go not ahout my love hath in't a bond Whereof the world takes note: come, come, disclose The state of your affection, for your passions Have to the full appeached.Helena.
Then, I confess, Here on my knee, before high heaven and you, That before you, and next unto high heaven, I love your son My friends were poor but honest, so's my love: Be not offended, for it hurts not him That he is loved of me: I follow him not By any token of presumptuous suit, Nor would I have him till I do deserve him, Yet never know how that desert should beI know I love in vain, strive against hope Yet, in this captious and inteemable sieve, I still pour in the waters of my love, And lack not to lose still., thus, Indian-like, Religious in mine error, I adore The sun, that looks upon his worshipper,But knows of him no more My dearest madam,
Let not your hate encounter with my loveFor loving where you do: but if yourself,Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth,Did ever in so true flame of likingtLove chastely, and wish dearly that your DianWas both herself and Love, Othen give pityTo her, whose state is such, that cannot choose.
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