[Wish] chastely and love dearly, that your Dian
Was both herself and love; O, then, give pity
To her, whose state is such, [that] cannot choose
But lend and give where she is sure to lose;
That seeks not to find that [her] search implies,
But riddle-like lives sweetly where she dies!
Count. Had you not lately an intent,—speak truly,—
To go to Paris?
Hel. Madam, I had.
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