Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
That live in her; when liver, brain and heart,
[These] sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and [fill'd]
Her sweet perfections with one [self] king!
Away before me to sweet beds of flowers:
[Love-thoughts] lie rich when canopied with bowers. [Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
[Twelfth Night] Twelfe Night F1.
[Musicians ...] Musick ... Capell. om. Ff.