Abi.[192] Would Love could make you so! but ’tis his guise
To let us surfeit ere he ope our eyes.
Tha.[193] You grasp my hand too hard, i’faith, fair sir.
[Claridiana holds her by the hand.
Clar. Not as you grasp my heart, unwilling wanton.
Were but my breast bare and anatomised,
Thou shouldst behold there how thou torturest it;
And as Apelles limn’d the Queen of Love, 100
In her right hand grasping a heart in flames,
So may I thee, fairer, but crueller.
Tha.[193] Well, sir, your vizor gives you colour for what you say.
Clar. Grace me to wear this favour; ’tis a gem
That vails to your eyes, though not to the eagle’s,
And in exchange give me one word of comfort.
Tha.[193] Ay, marry: I like this wooer well:
He’ll win’s pleasure out o’ the stones.
[The second change, Isabella falls in love with Massino;[194] when[195] they change she speaks.
Isa. Change is no robbery; yet in this change 110
Thou robb’st me of my heart. Sure Cupid’s here,
Disguisèd like a pretty torch-bearer,
And makes his brand a torch, that with more sleight
He may entrap weak women. Here the sparks
Fly, as in Ætna from his father’s anvil.
O powerful boy!
My heart’s on fire, and unto mine eyes
The raging flames ascend like to two beacons,
Summoning my strongest powers; but all too late;
The conqueror already opes the gate. 120
I will not ask his name.