503King. Reade ore the line againe,

504Lo: More faire and chast,

505King: I did not bid thee talke of chastitie,

506To ransack so the treason of her minde,

507For I had rather haue her chased then chast,

508Out with the moone line, I wil none of it,

509And let me haue hir likened to the sun,

510Say shee hath thrice more splendour then the sun,

511That her perfections emulats the sunne,

512That shee breeds sweets as plenteous as the sunne,

513That shee doth thaw cold winter like the sunne,

514That she doth cheere fresh sommer like the sunne,

515That shee doth dazle gazers like the sunne,

516And in this application to the sunne,

517Bid her be free and generall as the sunne,

518Who smiles vpon the basest weed that growes,

519As louinglie as on the fragrant rose,

520Lets see what followes that same moonelight line,

521Lo: More faire and chast then is the louer of shades,

522More bould in constancie.

523King: In constancie then who,

524Lo: Then Iudith was,

525King: O monstrous line, put in the next a sword

526And I shall woo her to cut of my head

527Blot, blot, good Lodwicke let vs heare the next.

528Lo: Theres all that yet is donne.

529King: I thancke thee then thou hast don litle ill,

530But what is don is passing passing ill,

531No let the Captaine talke of boystrous warr,

532The prisoner of emured darke constraint,

533The sick man best sets downe the pangs of death,

534The man that starues the sweetnes of a feast,

535The frozen soule the benefite of fire,

536And euery griefe his happie opposite,

537Loue cannot sound well but in louers toungs,

538Giue me the pen and paper I will write,

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