And pleasures of your eyes; that handsome creature
With whose fair life all your delight took leave,
And to whose memory you have paid too much sad
Tribute.
Lord: What’s all this?
Madam Decoy: This: if your lordship
Accept my service, in pure zeal to cure
Your melancholy, I could point where you might
Repair your loss.
Lord: Your ladyship, I conceive,