PEDRINGANO showeth all to the PRINCE and
LORENZO, placing them in secret.
BEL. My heart, sweet friend, is like a ship at sea:
She wisheth port, where, riding all at ease,
She may repair what stormy times have worn,
And, leaning on the shore, may sing with joy
That pleasure follows pain, and bliss annoy.
Possession of thy love is th' only port
Wherein my heart, with fears and hopes long toss'd,
Each hour doth wish and long to make resort,
There to repair the joys that it hath lost,
And, sitting safe, to sing in Cupid's choir
That sweetest bliss is crown of love's desire.
BALTHAZAR, above.
BAL. O sleep, mine eyes; see not my love profan'd!
Be deaf, my ears; hear not my discontent!
Die, heart; another joys what thou deserv'st!
LOR. Watch still, mine eyes, to see this love disjoin'd!
Hear still, mine ears, to hear them both lament!
Live, heart, to joy at fond Horatio's fall!
BEL. Why stands Horatio speechless all this while?
HOR. The less I speak, the more I meditate.
BEL. But whereon dost thou chiefly meditate?
HOR. On dangers past and pleasures to ensue.
BAL. On pleasures past and dangers to ensue!