Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
They say the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table.
My daughter O my ducats O my daughter.
'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
With one of Priam's daughters.
Conception is a blessing, but not
as your daughter may conceive.
'One fair daughter, and no more,
The which he loved passing well.
Let us die in honour: once more back again;
And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
Let him go hence and, with his cap in hand
Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door
Whilst by a slave, no gender than my dog,
His fairest daughter is contaminated.
Your daughter, if you have not given her leave,
I say again, hath made a gross revolt,
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes
In an extravagant and wheeling stranger
Of here and everywhere.
Yet, by your gracious patience,
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
Of my whole course of love: what drugs, what charms,
What conjuration, and what mighty magic-
For such proceeding I am charged withal-
I won his daughter.
I am all the daughters of my father's house,And all the brothers too.
Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love
With such integrity, she did confess
Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life,
But that her flight prevented it, she had
Ta'en off by poison.
If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter.
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters.
Love him, daughter Anne-
Why, how now, what does Master Fenton here?
Sir,
I am about to weep; but, thinking that
We are a queen, or long have dream'd so, certain
The daughter of a king, my drops of tears
I'll turn to sparks of fire.
If, with dear heart's love,
Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,
I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter.
Here is a letter from Queen Hecuba,
A token from her daughter, my fair love,
Both taxing me and gaging me to keep
An oath that I have sworn.
I pray you, then, in love and dear alliance,
Let that one article rank with the rest;
And thereupon give me your daughter.
He hath the jewel of my life in hold,
His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca;
And her withholds from me, and other more,
Suitors to her and rivals in my love;
Supposing it a thing impossible-
For those defects I have before rehears'd-
That ever Katherina will be woo'd.
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