Ro: What shall I grone and tell thee?
Ben: Why no, but sadly tell me who.
Ro: Bid a sickman in sadnes make his will.
Ah word ill vrgde to one that is so ill.
In sadnes Cosen I doo loue a woman. 130
Ben: I aimde so right, when as you said you lou'd.
Ro: A right good mark-man, and shee's faire I loue.
Ben: A right faire marke faire Cose is soonest hit.
Ro: But in that hit you misse, shee'le not be hit
With Cupids arrow, she hath Dianaes wit, 135
And in strong proofe of chastitie well arm'd:
Gainst Cupids childish bow she liues vnharm'd,
Shee'le not abide the siedge of louing tearmes,
Nor ope her lap to Saint seducing gold,
Ah she is rich in beautie, only poore, 140
That when she dies with beautie dies her store. Exeu.
[Sc. II.]
Enter Countie Paris, old Capulet.
Of honorable reckoning are they both,
And pittie tis they liue at ods so long:
But leauing that, what say you to my sute?