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Persuade my heart to this false perjury?

Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment.

A woman I forswore, but I will prove,

Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee.

My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love;

Thy grace being gain’d cures all disgrace in me.

Vows are but breath, and breath a vapor is;

Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine,

Exhal’st this vapor-vow; in thee it is.

If broken then, it is no fault of mine:

If by me broke, what fool is not so wise

To lose an oath to win a paradise?”

Ber. [Aside.]

This is the liver-vein, which makes flesh a deity,

A green goose a goddess; pure, pure [idolatry].

God amend us, God amend! we are much out a’ th’ way.

Enter Dumaine [with a paper].

Long.

By whom shall I send this?—Company? Stay.

[Steps aside.]

Ber. [Aside.]

“All hid, all hid,” an old infant play.

Like a demigod here sit I in the sky,

And wretched fools’ secrets heedfully o’er-eye.

More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish!

Dumaine transformed! four woodcocks in a dish!