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But soft ...
but see ...
Or rather, do not see
my fair rose wither
Yet look up ...
Behold ...
that you in pity
may dissolve to dew
and wash him fresh again
with true love tears.
What, is my Richard both
in shape and mind transformed and weakened?
Hath Bollingbroke deposed thine intellect?
Hath he been in thy heart?
The lion dying thrusteth forth his paw
and wounds the earth
If nothing else, with rage
to be o'erpowered.
And willt thou
that art a lion
and the king of beast?
One kiss
Shall stop our mouths
and dumbly part.
Thus give I mine
and thus take I
thy heart.