Gifts of rich value. Yet I have not seen
So likely an ambassador of love:
A day in April never came so sweet,
To show how costly summer was at hand,
[095] As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord.
[096] Por. No more, I pray thee: I am half afeard
[097] Thou wilt say anon he is some kin to thee,
Thou spend’st such high-day wit in praising him.
Come, come, Nerissa; for I long to see
[100] Quick Cupid’s post that comes so mannerly.