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meI
am well quit of loving her; For youI pray you be well comfortedSeeing
in my life no man gat good by me And by my death no hurt is any man's.
MARY BEATON. And I that loved you? nayI loved you; nayWhy
should your like be pitied when they love? Her hard heart is not yet so
hard as yoursNor God's hard heart. I care not if you die. These bitter
madmen are not fit to live. I will not have you touch mespeak to meNor
take farewell of you. See you die wellOr death will play with shame for
youand winAnd laugh you out of life. I am right glad I never am to see
you any moreFor I should come to hate you easily; I would not have you
live.
[Exit.]
CHASTELARD. She has cause enow. I would this wretched waiting
had an endFor I wax feebler than I was: God knows I had a mind once to
have saved this flesh And made life one with shame. It marvels me This
girl that loves me should desire so much To have me sleep with shame for
bedfellow A whole life's space; she would be glad to die To escape such
life. It may be too her love Is but an amorous quarrel with herselfNot
love of me but her own wilful soul; Then she will live and be more glad of
this Than girls of their own will and their heart's love Before love mars
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