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 Oph. 'Tis brief, my lord.

Ham. As woman's love.

Enter two Players, King and Queen.

P. King. Full thirty times hath Phœbus' cart gone round Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground, And thirty dozen moons with borrow'd sheen About the world have times twelve thirties been, Since love our hearts and Hymen did our hands Unite commutual in most sacred bands.

P. Queen. So many journeys may the sun and moon Make us again count o'er ere love be done! But, woe is me I you are so sick of late, So far from cheer and from your former state, ''That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust,'' Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must; For women's fear and love holds quantity, In neither aught, or in extremity. Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know, And as my love is sized, my fear is so;