Laun. Thou art all glory, all that this life is,

And all before but one poor pallid dream

Of this real living. Now I see thy face,

I know what heaven is and all delights

That erring mortals lost in Paradise.

Guin. My lord! (Aside) Sweet heaven this be too blessed.

Laun. Fair maiden, Princess, lady, what thou art

Is what I’d die for. In mine inmost heart

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Thou art inshrined. It seems some blessed dream.

Thou art too beautiful for mortal maid,

And yet I feel thou art not all unkind,

Might I dare read love’s missal in thine eyes.

Guin. Most noble lord, I came here for this purpose

To render my heart’s being up to thee.

Deem not this act unmaidenly in one

Whose whole life’s currents to thy being run.

My lord!

Laun. It seems that we were never strangers.

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