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Again !

No no ! I love thee not !

'Tis well

But I adore thee !

Oh!

I am grown stupid !

And that displeases me, almost as much As 'twould displease me if you grew ill-favoured.

But ...

Rally your poor eloquence that's flown !

I ...

Yes, you love me, that I know. Adieu.