Nor down, nor up, nor anywhere but here.
Say thou'lt forgive, we'll instantly to court,
For there's a spirit sits within this hour,
Like silent wisdom in a lovely face,
That gives me confidence. We'll to the court!
I know thou art a maid of noble blood.
For thou'rt indexed with rank's unerring sign,
And dearly limned by Nature for a queen.
Weep not, my sweet, thy lover is a king,
And by my soul, and these dear wildered eyes,