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let me speak。 I will not touch your garments even； nor speak But in soft
wise； and look some other way； If that it like you； for I came not here For
pleasure of the eyes； yet； if you will； Let me look on you。
QUEEN。 As you will； fair sir。 Give me that coif to gather in my hair… I
thank you…and my girdle…nay； that side。 Speak； if you will； yet if you will
be gone； Why； you shall go； because I hate you not。 You know that I might
slay you with my lips； With calling out？ but I will hold my peace。
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CHASTELARD。 Yea； do some while。 I had a thing to say； I know not
wholly what thing。 O my sweet； I am come here to take farewell of love
That I have served； and life that I have lived Made up of love； here in the
sight of you That all my life's time I loved more than God； Who quits me
thus with bitter death for it。 For you well know that I must shortly die； My
life being wound about you as it is； Who love me not； yet do not hate me；
sweet； But tell me wherein I came short of love； For doubtless I came
short of a just love； And fell in some fool's fault that angered you。 Now
that I talk men dig my grave for me Out in the rain； and in a little while I
shall be thrust in some sad space of earth Out of your eyes； and you； O
you my love； A newly…wedded lady full of mirth And a queen girt with all
good people's love； You shall be fair and merry in all your days。 Is this so
much for me to have of you？ Do but speak； sweet： I know these are no
words A man should say though he were now to die； But I am as a child
for love； and have No strength at heart； yea； I am afraid to die； For the
harsh dust will lie upon my face Too thick to see you past。 Look how I
love you； I did so love you always； that your face Seen through my sleep
has wrung mine eyes to tears For pure delight in you。 Why do you thus？
You answer not； but your lips curl in twain And your face moves； there； I
shall make you weep And be a coward too； it were much best I should be
slain。
QUEEN。 Yea； best such folk were slain； Why should they live to cozen
fools with lies？ You would swear now you have used me faithfully； Shall I
not make you swear？ I am ware of you： You will not do it； nay； for the fear
of God You will not swear。 Come； I am merciful； God made a foolish
woman； making me； And I have loved your mistress with whole heart； Say
you do love her； you shall marry her And she give thanks： yet I could wish
your love Had not so lightly chosen forth a face； For your fair sake；
because I hate you not。
CHASTELARD。 What is to say？ why； you do surely know That since
my days were counted for a man's I have loved you； yea； how past all help
and sense； Whatever thing was bitter to my love； I have loved you； how
when I rode in war Your face went floated in among men's helms； Your
voice went through the shriek of slipping swords； Yea； and I never have
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loved women well； Seeing always in my sight I had your lips Curled over；
red and sweet； and the soft space Of carven brows； and splendor of great
throat Swayed lily…wise； what pleasure should one have To wind his arms
about a lesser love？ I have seen you； why； this were joy enough For God's
eyes up in heaven； only to see And to come never nearer than I am。 Why； it
was in my flesh； my bone and blood； Bound in my brain； to love you； yea；
and writ All my heart over： if I would lie to you I doubt I could not lie。 Ah；
you see now； You know now well enough； yea； there； sweet love； Let me
kiss there。
QUEEN。 I love you best of them。 Clasp me quite round till your lips
cleave on mine； False mine； that did you wrong。 Forgive them dearly As
you are sweet to them； for by love's love I am not that evil woman in my
heart That laughs at a rent faith。 O Chastelard； Since this was broken to me
of your new love I have not seen the face of a sweet hour。 Nay； if there be
no pardon in a man； What shall a woman have for loving him？ Pardon me；
sweet。
CHASTELARD。 Yea； so I pardon you； And this side now； the first
way。 Would God please To slay me so！ who knows how he might please？
Now I am thinking； if you know it not； How I might kill you； kiss your
breath clean out； And take your soul to bring mine through to God； That
our two souls might close and be one twain Or a twain one； and God
himself want skill To set us either severally apart。 O； you must overlive me
many years。 And many years my soul be in waste hell； But when some
time God can no more refrain To lay death like a kiss across your lips； And
great lords bear you clothed with funeral things； And your crown girded
over deadly brows； Then after you shall touch me with your eyes；
Remembering love was fellow with my flesh Here in sweet earth； and
make me well of love And heal my many years with piteousness。
QUEEN。 You talk too sadly and too feignedly。
CHASTELARD。 Too sad； but not too feigned； I am sad That I shall die
here without feigning thus； And without feigning I were fain to live。
QUEEN。 Alas； you will be taken presently And then you are but dead。
Pray you get hence。
CHASTELARD。 I will not。
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QUEEN。 Nay； for God's love be away； You will be slain and I get
shame。 God's mercy！ You were stark mad to come here； kiss me； sweet。
Oh； I do love you more than all men！ yea； Take my lips to you； close mine
eyes up fast； So you leave hold a little； there； for pity； Abide now； and to…
morrow come to me。 Nay； lest one see red kisses in my throat… Dear God！
what shall I give you to be gone？
CHASTELARD。 I will not go。 Look； here's full night grown up； Why
should I seek to sleep away from here？ The place is soft and the lights
burn for sleep； Be not you moved； I shall lie well enough。
QUEEN。 You are utterly undone。 Sweet； by my life； You shall be
saved with taking ship at once。 For if you stay this foolish love's hour out
There is not ten days' likely life in you。 This is no choice。
CHASTELARD。 Nay； for I will not go。
QUEEN。 O me！ this is that Bayard's blood of yours That makes you
mad； yea； and you shall not stay。 I do not understand。 Mind； you must die。
Alas； poor lord； you have no sense of me； I shall be deadly to you