I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
005 As water in a sieve: give not me counsel;
[006] Nor let no comforter delight mine ear
[007] But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine.
Bring me a father that so loved his child,
Whose joy of her is overwhelm’d like mine,
[010] And bid him speak of patience;
Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine,
And let it answer every strain for strain,