The most lamentable Tragedie
987980That lets it hop a litle from his hand,
988981Like a poore pri
soner in his twi
sted giues,
989982And with a
silken threed, plucks it backe againe,
990983So louing Iealous of his libertie.
991984Ro. I would I were thy bird.
993986Yet I
should kill thee with much cheri
shing:
995988Parting is
such
sweete
sorrow,
996989That I
shall
say good night, till it be morrow.
997990 Iu. Sleep dwel vpon thine eyes, peace in thy brea
st.
998991Ro. Would I were
sleepe and peace
so
sweet to re
st 999992The grey eyde morne
smiles on the frowning night,
1000993Checkring the Ea
sterne Clouds with
streaks of light,
1001994And darkne
sse
fleckted like a drunkard reeles,
1002995From forth daies pathway, made by
Tytans wheeles.
1003996Hence will I to my gho
stly Friers clo
se cell,
1004997His helpe to craue, and my deare hap to tell.
1005999 Enter Frier alone with a basket. 10061000 Fri. The grey-eyed morne
smiles on the frowning
(night, 10071001Checking the Ea
sterne clowdes with
streaks of light:
10081002And
fleckeld darkne
sse like a drunkard reeles,
10091003From forth daies path, and
Titans burning wheeles:
10101004Now ere the
sun aduance his burning eie,
10111005The day to cheere, and nights dancke dewe to drie,
10121006I mu
st vp
fill this o
sier cage of ours,
10131007With balefull weedes, and precious iuyced
flowers,
10141008The earth that's natures mother is her tombe,
10151009What is her burying graue, that is her wombe:
10161010And from her wombe children of diuers kinde,
10171011We
sucking on her naturall bo
some
finde:
10181012Many for many, vertues excellent:
10191013None but for
some, and yet all di
fferent.
10201014O mickle is the powerfull grace that lies
10211015In Plants, hearbes,
stones, and their true quallities:
For