Nimph. O doe not drive me to those hatefull paines.
Lady, I was too much in seeing vext;
Let it not be redoubled with the telling.
I now am well and heare, my eares set free;
O be mercifull, doe not bring me backe
Unto my prison, at least free your selfe.
It will not passe away, but stay the time;
Wracke out the houres in length. O give me leave:
As one that wearied with the toyle at sea
And now on wished shore hath firm'd his foote,
He lookes about and glads his thoughts and eyes
With sight oth' greene cloath'd ground and leavy trees,
Of flowers that begge more then the looking on,
And likes these other waters narrow shores;
So let me lay my wearines in these armes,
Nothing but kisses to this mouth discourse,
My thoughts be compast in those circl'd Eyes,
Eyes on no obiect looke but on these Cheekes;
Be blest my hands with touch of those round brests
Whiter and softer than the downe of Swans.
Let me of thee and of thy beauties glory
An[39] endless tell, but never wearying story.
[Exeunt.
(SCENE 2.)
Enter Nero, Epaphroditus, Neophilus.
Nero. Come Sirs, I faith, how did you like my acting? What? wast not as you lookt for?
Epaphr. Yes, my Lord, and much beyond.
Nero. Did I not doe it to the life?
Epaphr. The very doing never was so lively As was this counterfeyting.
Nero. And when I came Toth' point of Agripp[40]—Clytemnestras death, Did it not move the feeling auditory?
Epaphr. They had beene stones whom that could not have mov'd.