K.Thou art a woman;

How can I show thee? This anemone,

’Tis beautiful, nor canst thou say its grace

Resides in this part nor in that: but look;

I pluck a petal from it.—Thou beholdest

My kingdom without Ceuta. Wouldst thou wish

To set this back unto the perfect flower?

Al. How could I do it?

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K.I must tell thee all.