Isa. I wail his loss! Sink him ten cubits deeper,
I may not fear his resurrection.
I will be sworn upon the Holy Writ
I mourn thus fervent ’cause he died no sooner:
He buried me alive,
And mewed me up like Cretan Dædalus, 50
And with wall-ey’d[131] jealousy kept me from hope
Of any waxen wings to fly to pleasure;
But now his soul her Argus’ eyes hath closed,
And I am free as air. You of my sex,
In the first flow of youth, use you the sweets
Due to your proper beauties, ere the ebb
And long wane of unwelcome change shall come.
Fair women, play; she’s chaste whom none will have.
Here is a man of a most mild aspect,
Temperate, effeminate, and worthy love; 60
One that with burning ardor hath pursued me.
A donative he hath of every god:
Apollo gave him locks; Jove his high front;[132]
The god of eloquence his flowing speech;
The feminine deities strew’d all their bounties
And beauty on his face; that eye was Juno’s;
Those lips were hers[133] that won the golden ball;
That virgin-blush, Diana’s. Here they meet,
As in a sacred synod. My lords, I must intreat
A while your wish’d forbearance.
Gui.[134] and Miz. We obey you, lady. 70
[Exeunt Guido and Mizaldus.
Isa. My lord, with you I have some conference.
I pray, my lord, do you woo every lady
In this phrase you do me?
Rob. Fairest, till now
Love was an infant in my oratory.
Isa. And kiss thus too?
[Kisses him.
Rob. I never[135] was so kiss’d; leave thus to please;
Flames into flames, seas thou pour’st into seas!
Isa. Pray frown, my lord: let me see how many wives You’ll have.[136] Heigh ho! you’ll bury me, I see——