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nging passionlike inconstant clouds
That rack upon the carriage of the windsIncrease and die in his disturbed
cheeks. Lowhen she blushedeven then did he look paleAs if her cheeks
by some enchanted power Attracted had the cherry blood from his: Anon
with reverent fear when she grew paleHis cheeks put on their scarlet
ornaments; But no more like her oriental redThan Brick to Coral or live
things to dead. Why did he then thus counterfeit her looks? If she did
blushtwas tender modest shameBeing in the sacred presence of a King;
If he did blushtwas red immodest shameTo veil his eyes amissbeing a
king; If she looked paletwas silly woman's fearTo bear her self in
presence of a king; If he looked paleit was with guilty fearTo dote amiss
being a mighty king. ThenScottish warsfarewell; I fear twill prove A
lingering English siege of peevish love. Here comes his highnesswalking
all alone.
[Enter King Edward.]
KING EDWARD. She is grown more fairer far since I came hither
Her voice more silver every word than otherHer wit more fluent.What a
strange discourse Unfolded she of David and his Scots yilai:
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