Ere she retired and left me—them? She turns—
There 's all her wondrous face at once! The ground
Reels and ... [Suddenly occupying himself with his paper.]
These wrongs of theirs I have to plead!
Duch. [To the Courtiers.] Nay, compliment enough! and kindness' self
Should pause before it wish me more such years.
'T was fortunate that thus, ere youth escaped,
I tasted life's pure pleasure—one such, pure,
Is worth a thousand, mixed—and youth 's for pleasure:
Mine is received; let my age pay for it.