Dum. O that I had my wish!
Long.
And I had mine!
[089] King. And I mine too, good Lord!
090 Biron. Amen, so I had mine: is not that a good word?
Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she
Reigns in my blood, and will remember’d be.
Biron. A fever in your blood! why, then incision
Would let her out in saucers: sweet misprision!
095 Dum. Once more I’ll read the ode that I have writ.