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But if thou dost (my sweet) denie To recompence me by and by, (35) thy promise shall relent me: Here-after some reward to finde, Behold how I doe please my minde, and fauours doe content me, That though thou speak’st it but in iest: (40) I meane to take it at the best.
Behold how much loue workes in me, And how ill recompenc’d of thee that with the shadow of Thy happy fauours (though delay’d) (45) I thinke my selfe right well appay’d, although they proue a scoffe. Then pitty me, that haue forgot, My selfe for thee that carest not.