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That gentle Lady, whom I loue and serue, / After long suit and weary seruicis, / Did aske me, how I could her loue deserue, / And how she might be sure, that I would neuer swerue.
Grauntemercy,’ seyde the Kynge. ‘And I lyve, Sir Lambegus, I shall deserve hit.’.
This argument deserves a closer examination.