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- Madam, in happy time! What day is that?
- Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child, Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy That thou expects not, nor I looked not for.
- He shall not make me there a joyful bride!I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam ,I will not marry yet
- Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn The gallant, young, noble wizard Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
- THUD, THUD, THUD
- Here comes your father. Tell him so yourself,
- How now, a conduit, girl? What, still in tears?How now, wife? Have you delivered to her our decree?
- Ay, sir, but she will none, she gives you thanks.I would the fool were married to her grave.
- Not proud you have, but thankful that you have.Proud can I never be of what I hate,But thankful even for hate that is meant love.
- How, will she none? Doth she not give us thanks?Is she not proud? Doth she not count her blessed,Unworthy as she is, that we have wroughtSo worthy a gentleman to be her bride?
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- How, how, how, how? Chopped logic? What is this?“Proud,” and “I thank you,” and “I thank you not,"And yet “not proud”? Mistress minion you,Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
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