As [o'er-dyed] blacks, as [wind], as waters, false
As dice are to be wish'd by one that fixes
No [bourn] 'twixt his and mine, yet were it true
To say this boy [were] like me. Come, sir page,
Look on me with your [welkin eye]: sweet villain!
Most dear'st! my collop! Can thy [dam?—][may't be?—]
[Affection]! thy intention stabs the centre:
Thou dost make possible things [not so] [held],
Communicatest with [dreams];—how can this be?—
With what's unreal them coactive art,