193135Griefes of mine owne lie heauie at my hart,

194136Which thou wouldst propagate to haue them prest

195137With more of thine, this griefe that thou hast showne,

196138Doth ad more griefe to too much of mine owne:

197139Loue is a smoke raisde with the fume of sighes

198140Being purgde, a fire sparkling in louers eyes:

199141Being vext, a sea raging with a louers teares.

200142What is it else? A madnes most discreet,

201143A choking gall, and a preseruing sweet. Farewell Cose.

203144Ben: Nay Ile goe along.

204145And if you hinder me you doo me wrong.

205146Ro: Tut I haue lost my selfe I am not here,

206147This is not Romeo, hee's some other where.

207148Ben: Tell me in sadnes whome she is you loue?

208149Ro: What shall I grone and tell thee?

209150Ben: Why no, but sadly tell me who.

210151Ro: Bid a sickman in sadnes make his will.

211152Ah word ill vrgde to one that is so ill.

212153In sadnes Cosen I doo loue a woman.

213154Ben: I aimde so right, when as you said you lou'd.

214155Ro: A right good mark-man, and shee's faire I loue.

215156Ben: A right faire marke faire Cose is soonest hit.

216157Ro: But in that hit you misse, shee'le not be hit

217158With Cupids arrow, she hath Dianaes wit,

218159And in strong proofe of chastitie well arm'd:

219160Gainst Cupids childish bow she liues vnharm'd,

220161Shee'le not abide the siedge of louing tearmes,

222162Nor ope her lap to Saint seducing gold,

223163Ah she is rich in beautie, only poore,

224164That when she dies with beautie dies her store. Exeu.

251166Of honorable reckoning are they both,

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