The element itself, till seven [years' heat],
Shall not behold her face at ample view;
But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk
And water once a day her [chamber] round
With eye-offending brine: all this to season
A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh
And lasting in her sad [remembrance].
Duke. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame
To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
How will she love, when the rich golden shaft