Wouldst thou be mine.
Al.Now, if my father heard thee!
Thou dar’st much, thinking that I cannot tell:
Which if I have never done, ’tis that I am loth
To lose so old a friend; ’tis pain to see
That as I am grown from childhood, thou art grown
From friendship, and for loving me too much
Must love me now no more.
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Sa.Ah! what is that?