The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him.
So fared our father with his enemies;
So fled his enemies my warlike father:
[20] Methinks, ’tis prize enough to be his son.
[♦] See how the morning opes her golden gates,
And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!
How well resembles it the prime of youth,
Trimm’d like a younker prancing to his love!
[25] Edw. Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?
Rich. Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;