Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:[105] 200
Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill![106]
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
Ben. I aim'd so near when I supposed you loved.
Rom. A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.[107]
Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. 205
Rom. Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit[108]
With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit,
And in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.[109]
She will not stay the siege of loving terms, 210
Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,[110]
Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:[111]
O, she is rich in beauty, only poor
That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store.[112]
Ben. Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? 215
Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste;[113]
For beauty, starved with her severity,[114]
Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,[115]
To merit bliss by making me despair: 220
She hath forsworn to love; and in that vow
Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.
Ben. Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.
Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to think.
Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes;[116] 225
Examine other beauties.[117]