human
The daughter of this lord.-- Admiringly, my liege. At first * * * _sight of her_. (?) I stuck my choice upon her. Ere my heart Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue, Where the impression of mine eye infixing,
gpt
The last that ere I took her leave at court.
human
And that even here thou takest As from my death-bed, my last living leave.
gpt
He needs not our mistrust.
human
I bade her if her fortunes ever stood,
gpt
And _bade_ me if I had a friend that lov'd her; I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
human
Now I, to comfort him, _bid_ him 'a should not think of God.
gpt
I stood ingaged.