Most honored Cleon, I must needs be gone.

3.3.2My twelve 1315months are expired, and Tyrus stands

3.3.3In a litigious peace. 1316You and your lady

3.3.4Take from my heart all thankfulness. 1317The gods

3.3.5Make up the rest upon you.

Make up the rest upon you. Your strokes of fortune,

3.3.6Though they hurt you mortally, 1319yet glance

3.3.7Full woundingly on us.

Full woundingly on us. Oh, your sweet queen!

3.3.9That the strict fates had pleased 1321you had brought her hither

3.3.10To have blest mine eyes with her.

We cannot but obey

3.3.12The powers above us. 1323Could I rage and roar

3.3.13As doth the sea she lies in, 1324yet the end

3.3.14Must be as 'tis. My gentle babe Marina,

3.3.151325Whom for she was born at sea I have named so,

3.3.161326Here I charge your charity withal, leaving her

3.3.171327The infant of your care, beseeching you

3.3.18To give her 1328princely training, that she may

3.3.19Be mannered as she is born.

Fear not, my lord, but think:

3.3.21Your Grace 1330that fed my country with your corn,

3.3.22For which 1331the people's prayers still fall upon you,

3.3.23Must in your child 1332be thought on. If neglection

3.3.24Should therein make me vile, 1333the common body,

3.3.25By you relieved, 1334would force me to my duty.

3.3.26But if to that 1335my nature need a spur,

3.3.27The gods revenge it 1336upon me and mine,

3.3.28To the end of generation.

To the end of generation. I believe you.

3.3.29Your honor and your goodness 1338teach me to't

3.3.30Without your vows. Till she be married, 1339madam,

3.3.31By bright Diana, whom we honor, all

3.3.321340Unscissored shall this hair of mine remain,

3.3.331341Though I show ill in't. So I take my leave.

3.3.341342Good madam, make me blessèd in your care

3.3.351343In bringing up my child.

In bringing up my child. I have one myself,

3.3.36Who shall not be more dear 1345to my respect

3.3.37Than yours, my lord.

Than yours, my lord. Madam, my thanks and prayers.

We'll bring your Grace e'en to the edge o'th'shore,

3.3.391348Then give you up to the masked Neptune and

3.3.40The gentlest 1349winds of heaven.

The gentlest winds of heaven. I will embrace

3.3.41Your offer. Come, dear'st madam. 1351Oh, no tears,

3.3.42Lychorida, no tears!

3.3.43Look to your little mistress, 1352on whose grace

3.3.44You may depend hereafter. Come, my 1353Lord.