Happiness courts thee in her best array;
But, like a misbehav'd and sullen wench,
Thou [pout'st upon] thy fortune and thy love.
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her;
But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua,
Where thou shalt live till we can find a time
To [blaze] your marriage, reconcile your friends,