Guin. My lord hast thou ever loved?

Laun. Many fair women have I seen, but none to love as thou meanest.

Why askest thou me this?

Guin. Wouldst thou fight for one like me?

[Throwing aside her cloak.

Laun. (Starts and stands as one in a dream.) Fair lady!

(Aside.) Kind heaven what be this?

In all my dreams I never saw such beauty

Of woman’s face or of a woman’s form.

She fills my heart like combs of golden honey.

Guin. My lord, thou hast lost thy tongue.

(Aside) I had not dreamed this.

Laun. Fair lady, forgive my sudden lack of speech,

But never in my existence have I seen

Such loveliness and maiden grace as thine.

Yea, I would call it benison, could I stand,

And gaze upon thee as thou art, forever.

There’s some fatality that draws me to thee,

Like I had known thee somewhere long ago.

Guin. My lord!

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