Ant. Yes, if thou'lt speak truth: Is she not wondrous like?
Mar. As two garments of the same fashion,
Cut from the same piece, yet if any excell,
This has the first; and in my judgment 'tis so.
Ant. 'Tis my opinion.
Mar. Were it the face
Where mine eye should dwell, I would please both
With this, as soon as one with the other.
Ant. And yet the other is the case of this.
Had I not look'd upon Ismenia,
I ne'r had staid beyond good-morrows time
In view of this.
Mar. Would I could leave him here,
'Twere a free passage to Ismenia:
I must now blow, as to put out the fire
Yet kindle't more. You not consider Sir,
The great disparitie is in their bloods,
Estates and fortunes: there's the rich beauty
Which this poor homeliness is not endow'd with;
There's difference enough.
Ant. The least of all.
Equality is no rule in Loves Grammar:
That sole unhappiness is left to Princes
To marry bloud: we are free disposers,
And have the power to equalize their blouds
Up to our own; we cannot keep it back,
'Tis a due debt from us.
Mar. I Sir, had you
No Father nor Uncle, nor such hinderers,
You might do with your self at your pleasure;
But as it is.
Ant. As it is; 'tis nothing:
Their powers will come too late, to give me back
The yesterday I lost.
Mar. Indeed, to say sooth,
Your opposition from the other part
Is of more force; there you run the hazard
Of every hour a life, had you supply;
You meet your dearest enemy in love
With all his hate about him: 'Twill be more hard
For your Ismenia to come home to you,
Than y[o]u to goe to Countrey Isabella.