[056] You seem to me as Dian in her orb,
As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown;
But you are more intemperate in your blood
Than Venus, or those pamper’d animals
[060] That rage in savage sensuality.
[061] Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so wide?
[062] Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you?
D. Pedro.
What should I speak?
I stand dishonour’d, that have gone about