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And in his blood that on the ground lay spilled,
Resembling well his pale cheeks, and the blood
She bows her head, the new sprung flower to smell,
She crops the stalk, and in the breach appears
“ Poor flower," quoth she, “this was thy father's
And so 'tis thine ; but know, it is as good
“ Here was thy father's bed, here in my breast;
There shall not be one minnte in an hour
Thus weary of the world, away she hies,
Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen
RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY,
EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TITCHFIELD.
The love I dedicate to your Lordship is without end; whereof this pamphlet, without beginning, is but a superfluous moiety. The warrant I have of your honorable disposition, not the worth of my untutored lines, makes it assured of acceptance. What I have done is yours, what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours. Were my worth greater, my duty would show greater: meantime, as it is, it is bound to your Lordship to whom I wish long life, still lengthened with all hap piness.
Your Lordship’s in all duty,
· Moiety. In Henry IV. Part I., and in Lear, Shakspeare uses mciety as it is here used, meaning a portion, not a half.