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'So let thy thoughts, low vassals to thy state'-- (667)

'No more,' quoth he; 'by heaven, I will not hear thee: (668)

Yield to my love; if not, enforced hate, (669)

Instead of love's coy touch, shall rudely tear thee; (670)

That done, despitefully I mean to bear thee
Unto the base bed of some rascal groom, (672)

To be thy partner in this shameful doom.

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