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That I must love a loathed enemy. Such love must needs be treason in my breast: Art thou gone so? my lord, my love, my friend! And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught,-- With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, For love of God, forbear him! Fie, fie, thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit; Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Tell me, how fares our loving mother? Out of her favour where I am in love. Why, such is love's transgression.-- From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. Art thou gone so? my lord, my love, my friend! With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. Be the attorney of my love to her: