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156 But if that's all you stand upon, Here, strike me luck, it shall be done. Quoth she, The matter's not so far gone As you suppose, two words t' a bargain; That may be done, and time enough, When you have given downright proof: And yet, 'tis no fantastic pique I have to love, nor coy dislike; 'Tis no implicit, nice aversion T' your conversation, mien, or person: But, a just fear, lest you should prove False and perfidious in love; For if I thought you could be true, I could love twice as much as you. Quoth he. My faith, as adamantine As chains of destiny, I'll maintain; True as Apollo ever spoke, Or oracle from heart of oak; And if you'll give my flame but vent, Now in close hugger-mugger pent, And shine upon me but benignly, With that one, and that other pigsney, The sun and day shall sooner part, Than love, or you, shake off my heart: The sun that shall no more dispense His own, but your bright influence; I'll carve your name on barks of trees, With true love-knots, and flourishes;