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to become So like pure pity； they must have fretted her Night mad for
anger： or it may be mistrust； She is so false； yea； to my death I think She
will not trust me； alas the hard sweet heart！ As if my lips could hurt her
any way But by too keenly kissing of her own。 Ah false poor sweet fair
lips that keep no faith； They shall not catch mine false or dangerous； They
must needs kiss me one good time； albeit They love me not at all。 Lo； here
she comes； For the blood leaps and catches at my face； There go her feet
and tread upon my heart； Now shall I see what way I am to die。
＇Enter the QUEEN。＇
QUEEN。 What； is one here？ Speak to me for God's sake： Where are
you lain？
CHASTELARD。 Here； madam； at your hand。
QUEEN。 Sweet lord； what sore pain have I had for you And been most
patient！Nay； you are not bound。 If you be gentle to me； take my hand。 Do
you not hold me the worst heart in the world？ Nay； you must needs； but
say not yet you do。 I am worn so weak I know not how I live： Reach me
your hand。
CHASTELARD。 Take comfort and good heart； All will find end； this
is some grief to you； But you shall overlive it。 Come； fair love； Be of fair
cheer： I say you have done no wrong。
QUEEN。 I will not be of cheer： I have done a thing That will turn fire
and burn me。 Tell me not； If you will do me comfort； whet your sword。
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But if you hate me； tell me of soft things； For I hate these； and bitterly。
Look up； Am I not mortal to be gazed upon？
CHASTELARD。 Yea； mortal； and not hateful。
QUEEN。 O lost heart！ Give me some mean to die by。
CHASTELARD。 Sweet； enough。 You have made no fault； life is not
worth a world That you should weep to take it： would mine were； And I
might give you a world…worthier gift Than one poor head that love has
made a spoil； Take it for jest； and weep not： let me go； And think I died of
chance or malady。 Nay； I die well； one dies not best abed。
QUEEN； My warrant to reprieve youthat you saw？ That came
between your hands？
CHASTELARD。 Yea； not long since。 It seems you have no will to let
me die。
QUEEN。 Alas； you know I wrote it with my heart； Out of pure love；
and since you were in bonds I have had such grief for love's sake and my
heart's Yea； by my life I haveI could not choose But give love way a
little。 Take my hand； You know it would have pricked my heart's blood out
To write reprieve with。
CHASTELARD。 Sweet； your hands are kind； Lay them about my neck；
upon my face； And tell me not of writing。
QUEEN。 Nay； by heaven； I would have given you mine own blood to
drink If that could heal you of your soul…sickness。 Yea； they know that；
they curse me for your sake； Rail at my lovewould God their heads were
lopped And we twain left together this side death！ But look you； sweet； if
this my warrant hold You are but dead and shamed； for you must die； And
they will slay you shamefully by force Even in my sight。
CHASTELARD。 Faith； I think so they will。
QUEEN。 Nay； they would slay me too； cast stones at me； Drag me
alivethey have eaten poisonous words； They are mad and have no shame。
CHASTELARD。 Ay； like enough。
QUEEN。 Would God my heart were greater； but God wot I have no
heart to bear with fear and die。 Yea； and I cannot help you： or I know I
should be nobler； bear a better heart： But as this standsI pray you for
good love； As you hold honor a costlier thing than life
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CHASTELARD。 Well？
QUEEN。 Nay； I would not be denied for shame； In brief； I pray you
give me that again。
CHASTELARD。 What； my reprieve？
QUEEN。 Even so； deny me not； For your sake mainly： yea； by God
you know How fain I were to die in your death's stead。 For your name's
sake。 This were no need to swear。 Lest we be mocked to death with a
reprieve； And so both die； being shamed。 What； shall I swear？ What； if I
kiss you？ must I pluck it out？ You do not love me： no； nor honor。 Come I
know you have it about you： give it me。
CHASTELARD。 I cannot yield you such a thing again； Not as I had it。
QUEEN。 A coward？ what shift now？ Do such men make such
cravens？
CHASTELARD。 Chide me not： Pity me that I cannot help my heart。
QUEEN。 Heaven mend mine eyes that took you for a man！ What； is it
sewn into your flesh？ take heed Nay； but for shamewhat have you done
with it？
CHASTELARD。 Why； there it lies； torn up。
QUEEN。 God help me； sir！ Have you done this？
CHASTELARD。 Yea； sweet； what should I do？ Did I not know you to
the bone； my sweet？ God speed you well！ you have a goodly lord。
QUEEN。 My love； sweet love； you are more fair than he； Yea； fairer
many times： I love you much； Sir； know you that。
CHASTELARD。 I think I know that well。 Sit here a little till I feel you
through In all my breath and blood for some sweet while。 O gracious body
that mine arms have had； And hair my face has felt on it！ grave eyes And
low thick lids that keep since years agone In the blue sweet of each
particular vein Some special print of me！ I am right glad That I must never
feel a bitterer thing Than your soft curled…up shoulder and amorous arms
From this time forth； nothing can hap to me Less good than this for all my
whole life through。 I would not have some new pain after this Come spoil
the savor。 O； your round bird's throat； More soft than sleep or singing；
your calm cheeks； Turned bright； turned wan with kisses hard and hot； The
beautiful color of your deep curved hands； Made of a red rose that had
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changed to white； That mouth mine own holds half the sweetness of； Yea；
my heart holds the sweetness of it； whence My life began in me； mine that
ends here Because you have no mercy； nay you know You never could
have mercy。 My fair love； Kiss me again； God loves you not the less； Why
should one woman have all goodly things？ You have all beauty； let mean
women's lips Be pitiful； and speak truth： they will not be Such perfect
things as yours。 Be not ashamed That hands not made like these that snare
men's souls Should do men good； give alms； relieve men