Because the world doth show
Naught so fair as this sweet place.
Falsely boasts th' Elysian bower
Peerless beauty, here to-day
More, far more, these groves display:—
Not a fountain, tree, or flower . . .
Polemius.
Well?
Escarpin.
But by a nymph more fair
Is surpassed.
Polemius.
Come, Claudius, come,
He will be but dull and dumb,
Shy the proffered bliss to share,
Through the fear and the respect
Which, as son, he owes to me.
Claudius.
He who gave the advice should see
Also after the effect.
Let us all from this withdraw.
Polemius.
Great results I hope to gather: