Glou. Your beauty was the cause of that effect;
[♦] Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep
To undertake the death of all the world,
[♦] So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.
125 Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide,
[♦] These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks.
[♦] Glou. These eyes could never endure sweet beauty’s wreck;
[♦] You should not blemish it, if I stood by:
[♦] As all the world is cheered by the sun,
130 So I by that; it is my day, my life.