Lio. You spoke of verses e'en now; if you have the copy, pray vouchsafe us a sight of them.
Duke. I cannot suddenly resolve you: yes, here they are.
Lio. What's this?
A MADRIGAL OF BEAUTY.
If I should praise her virtue and her beauty,
as 'tis my duty;
And tell how every grace doth her become:
'tis ten to one,
But I should fail in the expression.
Leo. Ay marry, sir, this sounds something like excellent.
Lio.
Then, by your leave,
Although I cannot write what I conceive;
'tis my desire,
That what I fail to speak, you would admire.
Leo. Why, this has some taste in't: how should he arrive to this admirable invention?