O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the [sea], nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute! so full of shapes [is fancy],
[That it alone is] [high] fantastical.
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord?
Duke. What, [Curio]?
Cur. The hart.