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This is the penthouse under which
Lorenzo desired us to make stand?
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His hour is almost past.
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And it is a marvel he outstays his hour
for lovers always run before the clock.
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That ever holds.
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Who rises from a feast with
that keen appetite that he sits down?
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Sweet friends,
your patience for my long delay.
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Ho! Who"s within?
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Who are you?
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Tell me for more certainty,
albeit I swear that I do know your tongue.
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Lorenzo and thy love.
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Lorenzo, certain, and my love indeed,
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for who I love so much?
:39:50
And now who knows but you, Lorenzo,
whether I am yours?
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Heaven and thy thoughts are witness
that thou art.
:39:58
Here! Catch this casket.
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No!
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It is worth the pains.
:40:17
L"m glad"tis night. You do not look on me
for I am much ashamed of my disguise.
:40:23
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
the pretty follies that themselves commit.
:40:30
For if they could,
Cupid himself would blush
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to see me thus transformed into a boy.
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Descend, for you must be my torchbearer.
:40:44
Why, "tis an office of discovery, love,
and I should be obscured.
:40:49
So are you, sweet,
even in the lovely garnish of a boy.
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But come at once,
for the close night doth play the runaway.