[138] Her. O spite! too old to be engaged to young.
[139] Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,—
[140] Her. O hell! to choose love by another’s eyes.
Lys. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
[143] Making it momentany as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
145 Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
[146] That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say ‘Behold!’