Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
Than any woman in this waning age.
1 Servant
And, till the tears that she hath shed for thee
Like envious floods o’er-run her lovely face,
And yet she is inferior to none.
Sly
Am I a lord and have I such a lady?
Or do I dream? Or have I dream’d till now?
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