D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently,
265 And tire the hearer with a book of words.
If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it;
[267] And I will break with her and with her father,
[268] And thou shalt have her. Was’t not to this end
[269] That thou began’st to twist so fine a story?
[270] Claud. How sweetly you do minister to love,
That know love’s grief by his complexion!
But lest my liking might too sudden seem,
I would have salved it with a longer treatise.