To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred.

Bring me the fairest creature northward born,

Where Phoebus' fire scarce thaws the icicles,

And let us make incision for your love,

To prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine.

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By love, I swear, I would not change this hue,

Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen.

I'll try my fortune;