III. 1. 75 Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between ’em!
Fer.
Wherefore weep you?
Mir. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
What I desire to give; and much less take
What I shall die to want. But this is trifling;
80 And all the more it [seeks] to hide itself,
The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!