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Thou art too warm: accuse me as thou wilt Of aught but want of love.

O thou deceitful man! I know thee well: Thou talk'st of love and thou wouldst break my heart.

Indeed I am to blame, my gentle love; Yet be not thus: in token of forgiveness This friendly cup receive, and smile upon me. (Offering her a cup, which she dashes to the ground.)

Off with thy hateful gifts! nought from thy hands Will I receive; I scorn thy offering. Ev'n the rich robe thou hast so often promis'd me: Ay and so oft forgot, so I must call it, I would now scorn, since thou dost slight my love.

Indeed, my Mira, thou shalt have that robe Before two days be past: I swear to thee. Then do not look so frowningly, my love; I know thou hast a soft relenting nature; Smile my forgiveness.

O thou provoking man! thou know'st full well