Nothing lesse deare than if your selfe had sought:195
And (with another colour, which my art
Shall teach you to lay on) your selfe must seeme
The only agent, and the first orbe move
In this our set and cunning world of love.
Bussy. Give me the colour (my most honour'd father)200
And trust my cunning then to lay it on.
Fri. Tis this, good sonne:—Lord Barrisor (whom you slew)
Did love her dearely, and with all fit meanes