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who with this king
have rivalled for our daughter.
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When she was dear to us,
we did hold her so,
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but now her price is fallen.
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Will you, with those infirmities she
owes, dowered with our curse,
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and stranger'd with our oath,
take her or leave her?
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I tell you all her wealth.
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Pardon me, royal sir.
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For you, great king,
I would not from your love
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make such a stray,
to match you where I hate.
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Must be a faith that reason without
miracle should never plant in me.
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I yet beseech your majesty,
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if for I want that glib and oily art,
to speak and purpose not,
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that you make known
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it is no vicious blot, murder,
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or foulness that hath deprived me
of your grace and favour,
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but even for want of that
for which I an richer, -
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a still-soliciting eye, and such
a tongue as I am glad I have not.
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Thou hast her, France:
Let her be thine!
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For we have no such daughter!
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Time shall unfold what pleated
cunning hides: