[31] _A governor's place upon thee._] From the Latin: _ne sis mihi tutor_.--GIFFORD. [32] ----_All lets._] i. e. _All impediments._ ACT II. SCENE I. _A Room in_ DOROTHEA'_s House_. _Enter_ DOROTHEA, _followed by_ ANGELO _with a book and taper_. _Dor._ My book and taper. _Ang._ Here, most holy mistress. _Dor._ Thy voice sends forth such music, that I never Was ravish'd with a more celestial sound. Were every servant in the world like thee, So full of goodness, angels would come down To dwell with us: thy name is Angelo, And like that name thou art; get thee to rest, Thy youth with too much watching is opprest. _Ang._ No, my dear lady, I could weary stars, And force the wakeful moon to lose her eyes, By my late watching, but to wait on you. When at your prayers you kneel before the altar, Methinks I'm singing with some quire in heaven, So blest I hold me in your company: Therefore, my most loved mistress, do not bid Your boy, so serviceable, to get hence; For then you break his heart. _Dor._ Be nigh me still, then: In golden letters down I'll set that day, Which gave thee to me. Little did I hope To meet such worlds of comfort in thyself, This little, pretty body; when I, coming Forth of the temple, heard my beggar-boy, My sweet-faced, godly beggar-boy, crave an alms, Which with glad hand I gave, with lucky hand!-- And, when I took thee home, my most chaste bosom, Methought, was fill'd with no hot wanton fire, But with a holy flame, mounting since higher, On wings of cherubins, than it did before. _Ang._ Proud am I, that my lady's modest eye So likes so poor a servant. _Dor._ I have offer'd Handfuls of gold but to behold thy parents. I would leave kingdoms, were I queen of some, To dwell with thy good father; for, the son Bewitching me so deeply with his presence, He that begot him must do 't ten times more. I pray thee, my sweet boy, show me thy parents; Be not ashamed. _Ang._ I am not: I did never Know who my mother was; but, by yon palace, Fill'd with bright heavenly courtiers, I dare assure you, And pawn these eyes upon it, and this hand, My father is in heaven: and, pretty mistress, If your illustrious hour-glass spend his sand, No worse than yet it does; upon my life, You and I both shall meet my father there, And he shall bid you welcome. _Dor._ A blessed day! We all long to be there, but lose the way. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _A Street, near_ DOROTHEA'_s House_. _Enter_ MACRINUS, _met by_ THEOPHILUS _and_ HARPAX. _Theoph._ The Sun, god of the day, guide thee, Macrinus! _Mac._ And thee, Theophilus! _Theoph._ Glad'st thou in such scorn[33]? I call my wish back. _Mac._ I'm in haste. _Theoph._ One word, Take the least hand[34] of time up:--stay. _Mac._ Be brief.