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FIRST LORD

               And grant it.



              HELENA
                               Thanks, sir. All the rest is mute. [75]



              LAFEW
          I had rather be in this choice than throw ames-ace for my life.



              HELENA
          (to Second Lord)
               The honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes

               Before I speak, too threateningly replies.
               Love make your fortunes twenty times above [80]
               Her that so wishes, and her humble love!



              SECOND LORD
               No better, if you please.



              HELENA
                               My wish receive,

               Which great Love grant. And so I take my leave.


              LAFEW

          Do all they deny her? An they were sons of mine I’d have them whipped, or I
          would send them to [85] th’Turk to make eunuchs of.



              HELENA
          (to Third Lord)
               Be not afraid that I your hand should take;

               I’ll never do you wrong, for your own sake.
               Blessing upon your vows, and in your bed
               Find fairer fortune if you ever wed! [90]



              LAFEW
          These boys are boys of ice; they’ll none have her. Sure, they are bastards to
          the English; the French ne’er got’em.
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