[240] To feel only looking on fairest of fair:
Methought all his senses were lock’d in his eye,
As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy;
[243] Who, tendering their own worth from where they were glass’d,
[244] Did point you to buy them, along as you pass’d:
[245] His face’s own margent did quote such amazes,
That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes.
[247] I’ll give you Aquitaine, and all that is his,
An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.
[249] Prin. Come to our pavilion: Boyet is disposed.