Miz. Zounds! what a sheepish beginning is here? ’Tis said true love is simple; and it may well hold; and thou art a simple lover.
Rob. See how yond star, like beauty in a cloud,
Illumines darkness, and beguiles the moon
Of all her glory in the firmament!
Miz. Well said, man i’ the moon. Was ever such astronomers? Marry, I fear none of these will fall into the right ditch.
Rob. Madam.
Isa. Ha, Anna! what, are my doors unbarr’d? 20
Miz. I’ll assure you the way into your ladyship is open.
Rob. And God defend that any profane hand
Should offer sacrilege to such a saint!
Lovely Isabella, by this duteous kiss,
That draws part of my soul along with it,
Had I but thought my rude intrusion
Had waked the dove-like spleen harbour’d within you,
Life and my first-born should not satisfy
Such a transgression, worthy of a check; 30
But that immortals wink at my offence,
Makes me presume more boldly. I am come
To raise you from this so infernal sadness.
Isa. My lord of Cyprus, do not mock my grief.
Tears are as due a[128] tribute to the dead,
As fear to God, and duty unto kings,
Love to the just, or hate unto the wicked.
Rob. Surcease;
Believe it is a wrong unto the gods.[129]
They sail against the wind that wail the dead: 40
And since his heart hath wrestled with death’s pangs,
From whose stern cave none tracts a backward path,[130]
Leave to lament this necessary change,
And thank the gods, for they can give us good.