1 But that I love thee best, O most best, believe it.
2 My lord, he hath importun'd me with love In honourable fashion.
3 She seems loth and unwilling awhile, but in the end accepts his love.
4 And truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for love; very near this.
5 If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter that I love passing well.
6 So many journeys may the sun and moon Make us again count o'er ere love be done.
7 But yet do I believe The origin and commencement of his grief Sprung from neglected love.
8 This must be known, which, being kept close, might move More grief to hide than hate to utter love.
9 Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of love May sweep to my revenge.
10 If he love her not, And be not from his reason fall'n thereon, Let me be no assistant for a state, But keep a farm and carters.
11 So, gentlemen, With all my love I do commend me to you; And what so poor a man as Hamlet is May do t'express his love and friending to you, God willing, shall not lack.
12 This is the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent property fordoes itself, And leads the will to desperate undertakings, As oft as any passion under heaven That does afflict our natures.
13 O Hamlet, what a falling off was there, From me, whose love was of that dignity That it went hand in hand even with the vow I made to her in marriage; and to decline Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor To those of mine.
14 Her father and myself, lawful espials, Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen, We may of their encounter frankly judge, And gather by him, as he is behav'd, If't be th'affliction of his love or no That thus he suffers for.
15 We pray you throw to earth This unprevailing woe, and think of us As of a father; for let the world take note You are the most immediate to our throne, And with no less nobility of love Than that which dearest father bears his son Do I impart toward you.
16 But let me conjure you, by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a better proposer could charge you withal, be even and direct with me, whether you were sent for or no.
17 Full thirty times hath Phoebus' 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.
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