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MAN-AT-ARMS
Go, or I strike!

PRINCE
Go, or I strike!Where is your love for me?

MAN-AT-ARMS
Sir, if my care for you had matched my love
We two had long ago been far from here.
With every moment's lingering, my lord,
I move one step the nearer to my death:
Will you not come?

PRINCE
Will you not come? I cannot.

MAN-AT-ARMS
Will you not come? I cannot.Then for me
Life is not long, it seems. I pray you, sir,
Remember always that I loved you well!
(Gypsy sings.)

   Ah, vain for him the diadem,
    Heavy the scepter's load,
   For he was lord o' the windy wood,
    And prince o' the winding road!

PRINCE
I come, I come!
I come, I come! Nay, weep not so, good friend!

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