But once before I [spoke] to the [purpose]: when?
Nay, let me have't; I long.
Leon. Why, that was when
Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death,
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,
[And clap] thyself my love: then didst thou utter
'I am yours for ever.'
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Her. ['Tis] Grace indeed.
Why, lo you now, [I have] spoke to the purpose twice: