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STEWARD

          I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman entirely. [95]



              COUNTESS
          Faith, I do. Her father bequeathed her to me, and she herself, without other
          advantage, may lawfully make title to as much love as she finds. There is
          more owing her than is paid, and more shall be paid her than she’ll demand.

          [100]



              STEWARD
          Madam, I was very late more near her than I think she wished me. Alone she
          was, and did communicate to herself her own words to her own ears; she
          thought, I dare vow for her, they touched not any stranger sense. Her matter
          was, she loved your son. Fortune, she said, [105] was no goddess, that had

          put such difference betwixt their two estates; Love no god, that would not
          extend his might only where qualities were level; Dian no queen of virgins,
          that would suffer her poor knight surprised without rescue in the first assault

          or  ransom  afterward.  [110]  This  she  delivered  in  the  most  bitter  touch  of
          sorrow that e’er I heard virgin exclaim in, which I held my duty speedily to
          acquaint you withal, sithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns you
          something to know it.



              COUNTESS
          You have discharged this honestly; keep it to [115] yourself. Many likelihoods

          informed  me  of  this  before,  which  hung  so  tottering  in  the  balance  that  I
          could  neither  believe  nor  misdoubt.  Pray  you  leave  me.  Stall  this  in  your
          bosom, and I thank you for your honest care. I will speak with you further
          anon. [120]

                                                                                                 Exit Steward.


                                                       Enter Helena.



              COUNTESS
               Even so it was with me when I was young.
               If ever we are nature’s, these are ours; this thorn
               Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;

               Our blood to us, this to our blood is born.
               It is the show and seal of nature’s truth, [125]
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