125 You may look pale, but I should blush, I know,
[126] To be o’erheard and taken napping so.
King [advancing]. [127] Come, sir, you blush; as his your case is such;
[128] You chide at him, offending twice as much;
[129] You do not love Maria; Longaville
130 Did never sonnet for her sake compile,
Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart
His loving bosom, to keep down his heart.
I have been closely shrouded in this bush
And mark’d you both and for you both did blush: