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That I, forsooth, am stern and love them not? Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert My dearest love, Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; And loves not me, be you, good lord, assur'd As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, And I, as I love Hastings with my heart! But my true love is grown to such excess, I hate it, and desire all good men's love.--