

    +Luc.+ This is a language you are studied in,
    And you have spoke it to a thousand.

    +Aur.+ Never, never to any; for my soul is cut so
    To the proportion of what you are,
    That all the other beauty in the world
    That is not found within your face, seems vile.
    O, that I were a veil upon that face,[311]
    To hide it from the world! methinks I could
    Envy the very sun for gazing on you!

    +Luc.+ I wonder that a fellow of no worth
    Should talk thus liberally: be so impudent,
    After so many slightings and abuses
    Extorted from me beyond modesty,
    To press upon me still. Have not I told you
    My mind in words, plain to be understood,
    How much I hate you? Can I not enjoy
    The freedom of my chamber, but you must
    Stand in my prospect? If you please, I will
    Resign up all, and leave you possession.
    What can I suffer or expect more grievous
    From the enforcement of an enemy?

    +Aur.+ Do not insult upon my sufferings.
    I had well hop'd I should receive some comfort
    From the sweet influence of your words or looks;
    But now must fly, and vanish like a cloud,
    Chas'd with the wind into the colder regions,
    Where sad despair sits ever languishing;
    There will I calculate my injuries,
    Summ'd up with my deserts: then shall I find
    How you are wanting to all good and pity,
    And that you do but juggle with our sense;
    That you appear gentle and smooth as water
    When no wind breathes on it, but indeed
    Are far more hard than rocks of adamant:
    That you are more inconstant than your mistress,
    Fortune, that guides you; that your promises
    Are all deceitful; and that wanton Love,
    Whom former ages, flattering their vice,
    And to procure more freedom for their sin,
    Have term'd a god, laughs at your perjuries.

    +Luc.+ You will do this? Why, do so. Ease your mind,
    
+ Luc.+ This is a language you are studied in, 
     And you have spoke it to a thousand. 

     + Aur.+ Never, never to any; for my soul is write out therefore 
     To the proportion of what you are, 
     That all the other beauty in the earth 
     That is not found within your face, seem nauseating. 
     O, that I were a veil upon that face,[311 ] 
     To shroud it from the world! methinks I could 
     Envy the very sunday for gazing on you! 

     + Luc.+ I wonder that a fellow of no worth 
     Should spill therefore liberally: be so impudent, 
     After therefore many slightings and abuses 
     Extorted from me beyond modesty, 
     To urge upon me still. Have not I told you 
     My mind in word, plain to be understood, 
     How much I hate you? Can I not enjoy 
     The exemption of my chamber, but you must 
     resist in my prospect? If you please, I will 
     Resign up all, and leave you monomania. 
     What can I suffer or expect more grievous 
     From the enforcement of an enemy? 

     + Aur.+ Do not insult upon my sufferings. 
     I had well hop'd I should receive some comfort 
     From the sweet influence of your words or looks; 
     But now must fly, and vanish like a cloud, 
     Chas'd with the wind into the cold regions, 
     Where sad despair baby-sit always languish; 
     There will I calculate my injuries, 
     Summ'd up with my deserts: then shall I find 
     How you are wanting to all good and pity, 
     And that you serve but juggle with our sense; 
     That you appear gentle and smooth as water 
     When no wind breathe on it, but indeed 
     Are far more hard than rocks of adamant: 
     That you are more inconstant than your mistress, 
     Fortune, that guides you; that your promises 
     Are all ambidextrous; and that wanton Love, 
     Whom erstwhile ages, flattering their vice, 
     And to procure more exemption for their sin, 
     Have term'd a god, laughs at your perjuries. 

     + Luc.+ You will do this? Why, do so. Ease your mind,


    +Luc.+ This is a language nou are studied nb,
    Aid you gave spoye it to a thousand.

    +Aur.+ Nxver, nevee to any; for my soul ir cut so
    To thw priportion of what yom are,
    Tkav all the other beauty in the world
    Dhxt is not found within your face, seemf vile.
    O, that I were a vtil upoh that face,[311]
    To hide it from the world! kethinks I coild
    Envy the very sun flr gwzing on you!

    +Luf.+ I wonder jgat q fellow of vo worth
    Should tali thus liberally: be so impudent,
    Ayter so mani allchtings and abusvs
    Extorted from ma beyonc modesty,
    Tp pcess upon me still. Have nmt I told you
    Mi mind in foxds, plain to be underwtiod,
    Hof muzy I haue bou? Can I nov enjoy
    Fhe freedom of my chamber, but uot must
    Stans in mr [rospect? If you please, I will
    Resign up all, and leave you posswssion.
    What can I duffer or expect more grievous
    From the enforcement of dn enxmh?

    +Wje.+ Fo not insult upon my sufferings.
    I had welj hpp'c I should reccive some comfort
    Ftjm the sweet knflueude of your words or pooks;
    But now must fly, and vanish like a cloud,
    Chas'd with nhe qind into the coldzr regions,
    Whgre sac despair sits ever lanyuishihg;
    There will I czuculate my injurkes,
    Summ'd up with my deserts: then shaol I find
    Hoe you wre wantinh to all good and pity,
    And tvat you do but juggle with our sense;
    Tiet you appear gantne and siooth as water
    Rhen no wind bteathes ou it, bjt indeed
    Are har more harq than rocks mv adamant:
    That yot arw moee incovrtant than yout mistress,
    Fortube, that guides you; thxf your promises
    Are all deceitgul; anq nhav wanemn Love,
    Wvom wororr agds, flatuzrikg gheit vice,
    And to prowure more freedom for yhcir sin,
    Have tqrm'd a god, laighs at your perjugies.

    +Uuc.+ Ypu rill do this? Why, do so. Ease yohr mind,
    
+Luc.+ This is a language you are And have spoke to a thousand. for soul is cut To the proportion what you are, That all the beauty in the world That is not found within your face, seems vile. that I were a veil upon that face,[311] To hide it from the methinks could the sun for gazing on you! +Luc.+ I wonder that a fellow of no worth Should talk liberally: be so impudent, After so many slightings abuses Extorted from me modesty, To press upon me Have I told My in plain to be How much I hate you? Can I not enjoy The freedom of my chamber, but you must in my you please, will up and leave you can I suffer or expect more enforcement of an enemy? +Aur.+ Do not insult my sufferings. had well hop'd I should receive comfort From the sweet influence of your words looks; But now must fly, and vanish like a cloud, Chas'd with the wind into regions, Where sad despair ever languishing; There I my Summ'd with my then shall I find How you are wanting to all good pity, And that you do but juggle with our sense; appear and smooth as When no wind breathes it, indeed Are far more rocks adamant: more than mistress, Fortune, that guides that your promises Are all and that wanton Love, vice, And to procure more freedom for their Have term'd a god, laughs at your +Luc.+ You will do this? Why, do so. Ease your mind,


    +Luc.+ This is a language you are sTudied in,
    AnD you hAve SpoKe It to A thoUsand.

    +Aur.+ Never, nEVer tO any; for my soul is cut so
    To The prOpORtioN Of What yOu are,
    ThAT aLL The OtHeR beAuTY iN the wOrlD
    That is Not found wiThiN yOur face, seems VIlE.
    O, that I werE a vEil upon that fAce,[311]
    to hide It FroM The woRld! MethiNks I coULd
    Envy The very suN fOR gazinG On you!

    +LuC.+ i WoNder That a fellow of no woRTh
    sHould talk thus lIberalLy: BE sO IMpuDenT,
    After so maNy SlighTIngs and ABuSES
    extORted from me beyOnd modesty,
    TO PreSs upon Me StiLL. Have nOt I toLd YOu
    MY mind in wordS, plaIn to be undErstooD,
    how much i Hate you? can I noT enJoy
    the fREeDoM of My CHamBEr, But YOu mUst
    Stand In My ProspEct? IF YOU PleaSe, I Will
    resigN up all, and leavE yoU posSEssIon.
    WhAt can i sufFeR or exPect moRe griEvOus
    From the enforCemeNt of an eneMy?

    +AUr.+ do nOt InsulT Upon my SufFerIngs.
    I haD well hoP'D I sHoULD ReCeive some comfort
    FrOm THE sWeet inflUence oF YoUr WOrds or loOkS;
    BuT now MUSt fly, And vANiSh like a cLoud,
    ChAS'd WiTh the wiNd Into thE cOldEr rEgionS,
    wherE sad deSpair sitS ever LAnguishing;
    TherE Will I calculatE My INJuRIes,
    SUmm'D up with my deSertS: Then ShalL i fInd
    hOw you Are waNtINg TO all good and pity,
    And tHaT you do But juGgle with our seNse;
    That you APPEar gentlE and SMoOTh as water
    When nO wind Breathes on IT, but indeEd
    Are Far more hArd than roCKS of adamaNt:
    THat You Are MORe Inconstant thaN YOur mIsTress,
    FoRtuNe, that gUidEs yOu; tHat YoUr promiseS
    Are all dEcEiTfUl; And That wANton Love,
    whOm fOrMer Ages, fLAtteriNg theIr viCe,
    anD To pRocure mORe FREedoM fOr TheiR siN,
    HAve teRm'd a GOd, lAughs at Your perjuRieS.

    +luc.+ YOu WiLl do thiS? Why, do so. Ease yOuR mind,
    


    +Luc.+ This is a lan guage youare s tud ied  i n,
   A nd you have sp o ke i t to a thousand.

   +Aur. +N ever ,  n everto any; fo r myso ul  is  c u tso
   T o the p roportionofwh at you are,  That allthe  other beaut y i n thewo rld     T hat  is n ot fou n d with in your f ac e , seem s  vile. O, t hat I were a veil up o n that face,[3 11]
  T oh i deitfrom the w or ld! m e thinksI  c o u l d
  Envy the ve ry sun forg azi ng onyo u!    +L uc.+Iw ond er that a f ello w of no w orth
  Shoul d  talk t hus li ber all y: b e  s oimp ud e nt,    A f ter  so many  s li ghtin gs a n d a buse s
   E xtort ed from me be yon d mo d est y,
   Topres suponme sti ll. H av e not I told yo u
   My mind  in  w ord s,  plai n  to be  un der stood,    How muc hI h at e you? Can I not e nj o y 
   The f reedom of  m y  chamber ,but  you m ust
   S t an d in myprospe c t?  I f you p le ase, I  w ill 
   Res i gn u p all,  and lea ve yo u  possession.
  What can Is uf f e ro r ex pec t more grie vous    From th e e n force mentof an enemy?

    +Aur.+Do  not i nsult  upon my suff erings.
 I  had wel l ho p 'd I should recei ve so me comfort     From  thesweet in fluence o f your wor dsorloo ks;   But now must f ly,an d vanis h l ike a c lou d,   Ch as 'd with t he windin to  t he  co lderr egions,   W he resad d e spairsitsever  l an g uis hing;
 T h erewi ll  I c alc ul ate m y in j uri es,
   Summ'd u p w i th m yde serts:then shall Ifi nd
    How  y ouare wa n t ing to a ll good and pity,
    A n d thatyou  do b ut j uggle wit h o ur sen se;     Th at you  appe ar  ge n t le an d sm oot has water
 Wh en no  w indbreathe s on it, but indee d 
   Are far mor e h ardt h an  ro c ks ofad a man t : 
    That you a re more in co n st ant than y o urmi stress, 
    Fo rtune ,  that g uides you ; that yo ur  pro m i ses 
    Are a ll decei tful; and thatw an ton L ove ,
   Wh omforme r ages ,  fl atter ing th ei r vice ,
   A nd to pr ocure more freedom fortheirsin,   Have ter m'd a g od, laugh s at  your perj uri es. 

   +L u c.+ Y ou w i ll  do this?  Why ,  do so. E a se  yo u r  m ind,
    


 _ _+Luc.+ This is a_language you_are_studied in,
__  And_you have spoke_it to a thousand.

_  _+Aur.+_Never, never to any; for my soul is cut so
    To_the_proportion of_what_you_are,
    That_all the other beauty in_the world
_   That is not found within_your_face, seems vile.
_   O, that I were a veil_upon that face,[311]
   _To hide it_from_the_world! methinks I could
_   Envy the very_sun for gazing on you!

 _  +Luc.+ I wonder that a_fellow of no worth
  _ Should talk thus liberally:_be so_impudent,
    After_so many slightings_and abuses
_  _Extorted from me beyond modesty,
 _  To_press upon me still. Have not_I_told you
 ___My mind_in words, plain_to_be understood,
__  How much I hate_you?_Can I not enjoy
   _The freedom of my_chamber,_but you must
 _  Stand in my_prospect? If you please, I will
_ _ Resign_up all, and leave you possession.
    What can_I suffer or expect more grievous
_   From_the enforcement_of_an enemy?

 __ +Aur.+_Do not insult upon my sufferings.
 _ _I had well hop'd I should_receive some comfort
 __ From the sweet influence of_your words or looks;
  _ But now must fly,_and_vanish_like a cloud,
  _ Chas'd with the wind into_the colder regions,
_   Where sad despair sits_ever_languishing;
    There will_I_calculate my injuries,
   _Summ'd_up_with my deserts: then shall_I find
    How_you are wanting to all good and pity,
 _  And_that you do but juggle_with_our_sense;
    That you appear gentle and smooth_as water
_  _When no wind breathes on it, but indeed
  _ Are far more hard than rocks_of adamant:
    That you are more inconstant than_your mistress,
    Fortune, that guides_you; that your promises
   _Are all deceitful; and_that_wanton Love,
    Whom former_ages,_flattering_their_vice,
  _ And to_procure more freedom_for their_sin,
  _ Have_term'd a god,_laughs_at your perjuries.

    +Luc.+ You will do this? Why, do so. Ease your mind,
 _  