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TheBard said:
Third Servant
O, this it is that makes your lady mourn!
সেকেন্ড Servant
O, this is it that makes your servants droop!
Lord
Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house,
As beaten hence দ্বারা your strange lunacy.
O noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth,
Call প্রথমপাতা thy ancient thoughts from banishment
And banish hence these abject lowly dreams.
Look how thy servants do attend on thee,
Each in his office ready at thy beck.
Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays,
Music
And twenty caged nightingales do sing:
অথবা wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch
Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed
On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.
Say thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground:
অথবা wilt thou ride? thy ঘোড়া বিষয়ক shall be trapp'd,
Their জোতা studded all with স্বর্ণ and pearl.
Dost thou প্রণয় hawking? thou hast hawks will soar
Above the morning দুষ্টুমি অথবা wilt thou hunt?
Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them
And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.
First Servant
Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift
As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.
সেকেন্ড Servant
Dost thou প্রণয় pictures? we will fetch thee straight
Adonis painted দ্বারা a running brook,
And Cytherea all in sedges hid,
Which seem to সরানো and wanton with her breath,
Even as the waving sedges play with wind.
Lord
We'll প্রদর্শনী thee Io as she was a maid,
And how she was beguiled and surprised,
As lively painted as the deed was done.
Third Servant
অথবা Daphne roaming through a thorny wood,
Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds,
And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.
Lord
Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord:
Thou hast a lady far আরো beautiful
Than any woman in this waning age.
First Servant
And till the tears that she hath shed for thee
Like envious floods o'er-run her lovely face,
She was the fairest creature in the world;
And yet she is inferior to none.
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