_Isa._ I wail his loss! Sink him ten cubits deeper, I may not fear his resurrection. I will be sworn upon the Holy Writ I mourn thus fervent 'cause he died no sooner: He buried me alive, And mewed me up like Cretan Dædalus, 50 And with wall-ey'd[131] jealousy kept me from hope Of any waxen wings to fly to pleasure; But now his soul her Argus' eyes hath closed, And I am free as air. You of my sex, In the first flow of youth, use you the sweets Due to your proper beauties, ere the ebb And long wane of unwelcome change shall come. Fair women, play; she's chaste whom none will have. Here is a man of a most mild aspect, Temperate, effeminate, and worthy love; 60 One that with burning ardor hath pursued me. A donative he hath of every god: Apollo gave him locks; Jove his high front;[132] The god of eloquence his flowing speech; The feminine deities strew'd all their bounties And beauty on his face; that eye was Juno's; Those lips were hers[133] that won the golden ball; That virgin-blush, Diana's. Here they meet, As in a sacred synod. My lords, I must intreat A while your wish'd forbearance. _Gui._[134]} _Miz._ } We obey you, lady. 70 [_Exeunt_ GUIDO _and_ MIZALDUS. _Isa._ My lord, with you I have some conference. I pray, my lord, do you woo every lady In this phrase you do me? _Rob._ Fairest, till now Love was an infant in my oratory. _Isa._ And kiss thus too? [_Kisses him._ _Rob._ I never[135] was so kiss'd; leave thus to please; Flames into flames, seas thou pour'st into seas! _Isa._ Pray frown, my lord: let me see how many wives You'll have.[136] Heigh ho! you'll bury me, I see---- _Rob._ In the swan's down, and tomb thee in mine arms! 80 _Isa._ Then folks shall pray in vain to send me rest. Away, you're such another meddling lord! _Rob._ By heaven! my love's as chaste as thou art fair, And both exceed comparison. By this kiss, That crowns me monarch of another world Superior to the first, fair, thou shalt see As unto heaven my love, so unto thee!