Blasts the ripe loveliness of Spring;
Show these, and more
Than these, and cry on Ornis! She shall bring—
From hill and shore
And plain—her wingèd flocks and warbling broods,
And swinge away their deadly multitudes.—
If service be true love, I love you, brother.
ALWYN
[Drawing near.]
And for her sake, so we will love each other.