Ber. That's all the fault: I spoke with her but once
And found her wondrous cold; but I sent to her,
By this same coxcomb that we have i' the wind,
Tokens and letters which she did re-send;
And this is all [I have] done. She's a fair creature:
Will you go see her?
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First Lord. With all my heart, my lord. [Exeunt.
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