115 And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love.
This will I send and something else more plain,
[118] That shall express my true love’s fasting pain.
O, would the king, Biron, and Longaville,
120 Were lovers too! Ill, to example ill,
Would from my forehead wipe a perjured note;
For none offend where all alike do dote.
Long. [advancing]. Dumain, thy love is far from charity,
That in love’s grief desirest society: