Unstaid and skittish in all [motions] else,
Save in the constant image of the creature
That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?
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Vio. It gives a very echo [to the seat]
Where Love is throned.
Duke. Thou dost speak masterly:
My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves:
Hath it not, boy?