_Gos._ No Star prosperous!
All at a swoop?
_Ger._ You do not love me _Goswin_?
You will not look upon me?
_Gos._ Can mens Prayers
Shot up to Heaven, with such a zeal as mine are,
Fall back like lazy mists, and never prosper?
Jives I must wear, and cold must be my comfort;
Darkness, and want of meat; alas she weeps too,
Which is the top of all my sorrows, _Gertrude_.
_Ger._ No, no, you will not know me; my poor beauty,
Which has been worth your eyes.
_Gos._ The time grows on still;
And like a tumbling wave, I see my ruine
Come rowling over me.
_Ger._ Yet will ye know me?
_Gos._ For a hundred thousand Crowns.
_Ger._ Yet will ye love me?
Tell me but how I have deserv'd your slighting?
_Gos._ For a hundred thousand Crowns?
_Ger._ Farewel Dissembler.
_Gos._ Of which I have scarce ten: O how it starts me!
_Ger._ And may the next you love, hearing my ruine.
_Gos._ I had forgot my self, O my best _Gertrude_,
Crown of my joys and comforts.
_Ger._ Sweet what ails ye?
I thought you had been vext with me.
_Gos._ My mind, Wench,
My mind o'rflow'd with sorrow, sunk my memory.
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