Mine eyes and heaven; but to the open deserts[200]
(Like to a hunted tygres) I will flie,
Eating my heart, shunning the steps of men,
And look on no side till I be arriv'd.
Mont. I doe forgive thee, and upon my knees
(With hands held up to heaven) wish that mine honour205
Would suffer reconcilement to my love:
But, since it will not, honour never serve
My love with flourishing object, till it sterve!
And as this taper, though it upwards look,