In all my dreams I never saw such beauty
Of woman’s face or of a woman’s form.
She fills my heart like combs of golden honey.
Guin. My lord, thou hast lost thy tongue.
(Aside) I had not dreamed this.
Laun. Fair lady, forgive my sudden lack of speech,
But never in my existence have I seen
Such loveliness and maiden grace as thine.
Yea, I would call it benison, could I stand,
And gaze upon thee as thou art, forever.