[[To Vincentio]] Good morrow, gentle mistress: [where] away?

Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,

Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?

Such war of white and red within her cheeks!

What stars [do spangle heaven with such beauty,]

As those two eyes become that heavenly face?

Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee.

Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake.

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Hor. [A'] will make the man mad, to make of him.