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_Countess_. My father on his blessing hath commanded--
_Edward_. That thou shalt yield to me.
_Countess_. Ay, dear my liege, your due.
_Edward_. And that, my dearest love, can be no less
Than right for right, and render {263b} love for love.
_Countess_. Than wrong for wrong, and endless hate for hate.
But, sith I see your majesty so bent,
That my unwillingness, my husband's love,
Your high estate, nor no respect respected,
Can be my help, but that your mightiness
Will overbear and awe these dear regards,
I bind my discontent to my content,
And what I would not I'll compel I will;
Provided that yourself remove those lets
That stand between your highness' love and mine.
_Edward_. Name them, fair countess, and by heaven I will.
_Countess_. It is their lives that stand between our love
That I would have choked up, my sovereign.
_Edward_. Whose lives, my lady?
_Countess_. My thrice loving liege,
Your queen, and Salisbury my wedded husband;
Who living have that title in our love
That we can not bestow but by their death.
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