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Cupid; thou hast thump'd him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap :-I'faith secrets.King. [Reads.] So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives
not To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote
The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows:
Through the transparent bosom of the deep,
Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep:
So ridest thou triumphing in my woe; Do but behold the tears that swell in me,
And they thy glory through thy grief will show: But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep My tears for glasses, and still make me weep. O queen of queens, how far dost thou excel ! No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper ; Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here?
Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper. What, Longaville! and reading ! listen, ear, Biron. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool, appear!
[Aside. Long. Ah me! I am forsworn. Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wearing papers.
King. In love, I hope; Sweet fellowship in shame!
[Aside. Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name,
[Aside. Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so? Biron. [Aside.] I could put thee in comfort; not
by two, that I know : Thou mak’st the triumviry, the corner-cap of society, The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up simplicity.
Long. I fear, these stubborn lines lack power to
O sweet Maria, empress of my love!
This same shall go.
[He reads the sonnet. Did not the heavenly rhetorick of thine eye
('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,) Persuade my heart to this false perjury?
Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment. A woman I forswore; but, I will prove,
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love;
Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is :
Then thou, fạir sun, which on my earth dost shine, Exhalost this vapour vow; in thee it is :
If broken then, it is no fault of mine If by me broke, What fool is not so wise, To lose an oath to win a paradise ?
Biron. [Aside.] This is the liver vein, which makes
flesh a deity; A green goose, a goddess : pure, pure idolatry. God amend us, God amend! we are much out o'the
Enter DUMAIN, with a paper. Long. By whom shall I send this ?--Company! stay.
[Stepping aside. Biron. [Aside.] All hid, all hid, an old infant
play: Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky, And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my
Dum, O most divine Kate !
[Aside. Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! Biron. By earth she is but corporal; there you lie.
[Aside. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber
coted.'! Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted.
[Aside. Dum. As upright as the cedar. Biron.
Stoop, I say; Her shoulder is with child.
[Aside. As fair as day.
1 Outstripped, surpassed.
Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine.
[Aside. Dum. O that I had
And I had mine!
[Aside. King. And I mine too, good Lord ! [Aside. Biron. Amen, so I had mine : Is not that a good word ?
[Aside. Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have
writ. Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit.
(Aside. Dum. On a day, (alack the day!)
Love, whose month is ever May,
Do not call it sin in me,
Turning mortal for thy love.
your case is such ;
both did blush. I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion; ; Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion : Ah me! says one; O Jove! the other cries; One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's