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All causes to the purpose of his speed,

And often, at his very loose, decides

That which long process could not arbitrate.

And though the mourning brow of progeny

Forbid the smiling courtesy of love

The holy suit which fain it would convince,

Yet since love’s argument was first on foot,

Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it

From what it purpos’d; since to wail friends lost

Is not by much so wholesome-profitable

As to rejoice at friends but newly found.

Prin.

I understand you not, my griefs are double.

Ber.

Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief,

And by these badges understand the King.

For your fair sakes have we neglected time,

Play’d foul play with our oaths. Your beauty, ladies,

Hath much deformed us, fashioning our humors

Even to the opposed end of our intents;

And what in us hath seem’d ridiculous—

As love is full of unbefitting strains,

All wanton as a child, skipping and vain,

Form’d by the eye and therefore like the eye,

Full of straying shapes, of habits, and of forms,