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Her mistress she doth give demure good-morrow, (1220)

With soft-slow tongue, true mark of modesty, (1221)

And sorts a sad look to her lady's sorrow, (1222)

For why her face wore sorrow's livery; (1223)

But durst not ask of her audaciously
Why her two suns were cloud-eclipsed so, (1225)

Nor why her fair cheeks over-wash'd with woe.

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