Act. IIL Sc. i.
O, what a noble mind is here overthrown !
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword;
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion, and the mould of form,
The observed of all observers, quite, quite down !
And I a of ladies most deject and wretched,
That sucked the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
That unmatched form and feature of blown youth,
Blasted with ecstasy. 19
Sc. ii.
Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light;
Sport and repose lock from me day and night;
To desperation turn my trust and hope;
An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope;
Each opposite, that blanks the face of joy
Meet what I would have well, and it destroy;
Both here, and hence, pursue me lasting strife,
If, once a widow, ever I be wife ! 20
