_Feli._ I wonder it doth not envy me. Why, man, I have been borne upon the spirit's wings, The soul's swift Pegasus, the fantasy: And from the height of contemplation, Have view'd the feeble joints men totter on. I envy none; but hate, or pity all. For when I view, with an intentive thought, That creature fair but proud; him rich, but sot; Th' other witty, but unmeasured arrogant; 50 Him great, yet boundless in ambition; Him high-born, but of base life; t' other fear'd, Yet fearèd fears, and fears most to be loved;[117] Him wise, but made a fool for public use; The other learned, but self-opinionate: When I discourse all these, and see myself Nor fair, nor rich, nor witty, great, nor fear'd, Yet amply suited with all full content, Lord, how I clap my hands, and smooth my brow, Rubbing my quiet bosom, tossing up 60 A grateful spirit to Omnipotence! _Cast._ Hah, hah! but if thou knew'st my happiness, Thou would'st even grate away thy soul to dust, In envy of my sweet beatitude. I cannot sleep for kisses; I cannot rest For ladies' letters, that importune me With such unusèd vehemence of love, Straight to solicit them, that----. _Feli._ Confusion seize me, but I think thou liest. Why should I not be sought to then as well? 70 Fut, methinks I am as like a man. Troth, I have a good head of hair, a cheek Not as yet wan'd, a leg, 'faith, in the full. I ha' not a red beard, take not tobacco much: And 'slid, for other parts of manliness-- _Cast._ Pew waw, you ne'er accourted[118] them in pomp, Put your good parts in presence graciously. Ha, and you had, why, they would ha' come off, Sprung to your arms, and sued, and prayed, and vowed, And opened all their sweetness to your love. 80 _Feli._ There are a number of such things as thou[119] Have often urged me to such loose belief; But, 'slid, you all do lie, you all do lie. I have put on good clothes, and smugg'd my face, Strook a fair wench with a smart, speaking eye; Courted in all sorts, blunt and passionate; Had opportunity, put them to the ah! And, by this light, I find them wondrous chaste, Impregnable; perchance a kiss, or so: But for the rest, O most inexorable! 90 _Cast._ Nay then, i'faith, prithee look here. [_Shows him the superscription of a seeming letter._ _Feli. To her most esteemed, loved, and generous servant, Sig. Castilio Balthazar._ Prithee from whom comes this? faith, I must see. _From her that is devoted to thee, in most private sweets of love, Rossaline._ Nay, God's my comfort, I must see the rest; I must, sans ceremony; faith, I must. [FELICHE _takes away the letter by force_.