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You've guess'd it well, my Lord. Quoth she to me, Could I but see your Lady's blessed face! Quoth I to her, Thou canst not, by good reason: My Lord is now return'd. Quoth she again. Could I but see her picture, lack a day!

Have done: I see thy drift. Be not so eager To tell me how it is. I'm satisfied.

Come to my closet, Nurse; there is besides What I must charge thee with. [Exeunt and Nurse, the last speaking loudly as she retires. Ay, ay, quoth she, poor soul! I have a longing To see that picture. Foolish man, quoth I, 'Tis but a painted—(Her voice still heard as she retires.)

Foolish man, quoth I!—The cunning jade Hath made a slip: it was a woman first. Which in the breast had perish'd unreveal'd, Are by these cunning beldames brought to utterance.