As fools in strife throw gold into the sea, Drowned in the doing. But, I know he fears. Lady. Fear, madam! methought, his looks hid more Of love than fear. Are. Lady. Madam, I mean to you Are. Of love to me! alas, thy ignorance Lets thee not see the crosses of our births! As he and I am : if a bowl of blood, 21 Drawn from this arm of mine, would poison thee, A draught of his would cure thee. Of love to me! Lady. Madam, I think I hear him. Are. Bring him in. [Exit Lady. You gods, that would not have your dooms with stood, Whose holy wisdoms at this time it is, To make the passions of a feeble maid 31 Made me believe you wished to speak with me. Phi. 40 The mouth of woman, that I wish them said, Upon your virtues? Never, madam, you. Are. Why, then, should you, in such a public place, Upon my fortunes, famed to be so great, Calling a great part of my dowry in question? Phi. Madam, this truth which I shall speak will be 50 Foolish but, for your fair and virtuous self, Are. Phi. I could afford myself to have no right To any thing you wished. Philaster, know, Madam, both? I must enjoy these kingdoms. Are. Both, or I die by heaven, I die, Philaster, Phi. I would do much to save that noble life: Are. Phi. Nay, then, hear : I must and will have them, and more 60 What more? Are, Or lose that little life the gods prepared Phi. Madam, what more? Phi. I can endure it. Turn, then, away thy face. Turn away my face! I never yet saw enemy that looked So dreadfully, but that I thought myself great a basilisk as he; or spake So horribly, but that I thought my tongue Bore thunder underneath, as much as his; Nor beast that I could turn from: shall I then Begin to fear sweet sounds? a lady's voice, 70 Whom I do love? Say, you would have my life; Why, I will give it you; for 'tis to me A thing so loathed, and unto you that ask 1 Of so poor use, that I shall make no price: Are. Yet, for my sake, a little bend thy looks. Are. Then know, I must have them and thee. Phi. And me? Are. Phi. Thy love; without which, all the land Is't possible? Are. With it, it were too little to bestow 79 On thee. Now, though thy breath do strike me dead (Which, know, it may), I have unript my breast. Which you may have for asking: to suspect But how this passion should proceed from you That would be jealous. Are. Another soul into my body shot Could not have filled me with more strength and Than this thy breath. But spend not hasty time Phi. Are. Phi. Will be the nobler and the better blest, 100 Is mingled with it. Let us leave, and kiss ; I should abide here long. 'Twill be ill 'Tis true; and worse You should come often. How shall we devise On any new occasion, may agree What path is best to tread? I have a boy, |