Sweet, say not so; fair fortune is our friend,
And heav'ns have[119] shut up day to pleasure us.
The stars, thou seest, hold back their twinkling shine,
And Luna hides herself to pleasure us.
Bell'-Imperia.
Thou hast prevail'd; I'll conquer my misdoubt,
And in thy love and counsel drown my fear.
I fear no more: love now is all my thoughts.
Why sit we not? for pleasure asketh ease.
Horatio.
The more thou sitt'st within these leafy bow'rs,
The more will Flora deck it with her flow'rs.
Bell'-Imperia.
Ay, but if Flora spy Horatio here,
Her jealous eye will think I sit too near.
Horatio.
Hark, madam, how the birds record[120] by night,
For joy that Bell'-Imperia sits in sight.