134153With teares augmenting the fresh mornings deawe,

135154Adding to cloudes, more clowdes with his deepe sighes,

136155But all so soone, as the alcheering Sunne,

137156Should in the farthest East begin to draw,

138157The shadie curtaines from Auroras bed,

139158Away from light steales home my heauie sonne,

140159And priuate in his Chamber pennes himselfe,

141160Shuts vp his windowes, locks faire day-light out,

142161And makes himselfe an artificiall night:

143162Blacke and portendous must this humor proue,

144163Vnlesse good counsell may the cause remoue.

145164Ben. My Noble Vncle do you know the cause?

146165Moun. I neither know it, nor can learne of him.

147166Ben. Haue you importunde him by any meanes?

148167Moun. Both by my selfe and many other friends,

149168But he is owne affections counseller,

150169Is to himselfe (I will not say how true)

151170But to himselfe so secret and so close,

152171So farre from sounding and discouerie,

153172As is the bud bit with an enuious worme,

154173Ere he can spread his sweete leaues to the ayre,

155174Or dedicate his bewtie to the same.

156175Could we but learne from whence his sorrows grow,

157176We would as willingly giue cure as know.

159178Benu. See where he comes, so please you step aside,

160179Ile know his greeuance or be much denide.

161180Moun. I would thou wert so happie by thy stay,

162181To heare true shrift, come Madam lets away.

163183Benuol. Good morrow Cousin.

164184Romeo. Is the day so young?

165185Ben. But new strooke nine.

166186Romeo. Ay me, sad houres seeme long:

167187Was that my father that went hence so fast?

168188Ben. It was: what sadnesse lengthens Romeos houres?

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